Such Words I Must Use
You are the christos.
Messiah of the blackest soil.
Moshiac for my soul.
A bath of mysteries,
From the ocean foam of Venus.
Such words I must use,
To describe your greater being.

Such Words I Must Use
You are the christos.
Messiah of the blackest soil.
Moshiac for my soul.
A bath of mysteries,
From the ocean foam of Venus.
Such words I must use,
To describe your greater being.
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