The True Christ

Mary, Mary, Mother Mary
Pale skin of milk white
With blood upon your hands
Such a beautiful sight

Virgin lips untouched
Fingertips lift to shush
Kept sacreligious secret
Snuggled there in your womb



Salvation of the worlds 
was within your innocence
But what’s never been said
Is that your grave unrested

So they wrote a book
Of holy water and crucifix
While you were awake unsleeping
In dark cold arms of winter nights

Mary, Mary, Oh Mother Mary
Nothing was the same after
The boy you named as heir
Didn’t turn out quite like they think

Grail that has been sought
Death has not once touched
Your shadow spawn will reign
And the world shall blindly follow

Mary, Mary, Mother Mary
Evil winds begin to blow
Can you hear the heart beats
Of them awaiting the one

Who merely slumbers in solitude 
Hunger pangs whispering,
its soon time to awaken.
There are souls to be taken

Mary, Mary, Hallowed Mother Mary 
Witch Mistress of the dark
Sing your siren songs to the moon
Your son is coming home soon

Written by ©®™ Atusha Avarus

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