Allah-bastard of my youth
Teenage angst of sorrow
Speak not love
Dream not of me
Traitor of my youth
Fallen angel from high divine
Mere Mortal, You fell
Hard upon my soul
Crowning you king
O’er my virgin Mother Mary
Perfumed sanctuary
Loves fertile soil
Remembrance of my youth
Times healing balms
Befuddled misplaced divinity
Claims my sin
Resurrected ashes of youth
We are not to blame
Freely take
My Alabaster Jar
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