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Three Marys...
the gloomy moon
he folds in three
it is the most
logical thing for him
that never made
any sense
because of the
artificial rules
created by nature
lightning stabs
the earth
three times
it is never a danger
for a stormy night
is the comfort of
an exhausted bastard
who calls himself
a hero
pathetic enough to hide
behind the prism of
his lies
the lies that meant
to lift him up
the lies that are
in fact his
honest love
yet at night
his fullness comes
praying not
hail marys but
praying for
three marys
