I draped my skin ---- shepherd's thread,
Black wool stitched the new dress ---
Tight as when angel's bled.
No wings remained, not a scar for days,
Fire had kissed my holy face.
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Bird feathers stitched the dresses back
My purified cradle, large and intact,
An ivory dresser, candlelit,
Mother Mary's portrait is silent as it.
My staff holds a black crystal ball,
I see all.
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Translucent, glowy, and radiant,
perfection and enlightenment ----
Eyes were white as pearl
and dark as coal,
This made a fractured girl:
All love and wrath intertwined
Guiding the guilty along this line.
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I am the ruler,
no one shrewer.
This is my new form,
mortals, you shall mourn.
Shepherd's thread is my new identity,
Kingdom come, forge your destiny.
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My Shepherd Thread encloses my frame,
Nay, nay, humans, my holy name -----
is one people will gasp when spoken,
righteous and all, a herd's devotion.
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Neither Heaven nor Hell,
Look farther down the well,
your fright makes you stay the night,
Remember me when you blame the right.