She disappeared wearing a black gown,
Full of misfits of good luck,
But found lying in her cradle of beauty,
Full of deep stabs on her rough groin,
The only pages of her life,
Full of biblical procurement,
The only Nun with masked faith,
And invisible faced beauty,
Graced with spoiled booty,
Ensembled with biblical antagony,
A victim of rape paroxysm,
Now in a blessed white gown,
A gown covering a stifled soul,
Preaching with networked dancing jitters,
Her heart filled with overgrown fatigue,
A Holy lady with Obscened wrenched hatred,
Due to totally forced pleasure.

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