Aljona body

ALJONA BODY
Galaburda Cyril

When you rid yourself of body
Leave your loathing flesh for me.
See from skies all gloomy gaudy,
All divine service through dee

Silent life without your madness
In the temple of your mind.
Even through that corpse of badness
I’ll expect your godlike sign.

Holy relics should be plaything,
Doll to help imagine love
But baptism with it just bathing,
There’re no you with me, just stuff.

I can pray to you with idol,
Own up him to be beloved,
But your answer’s always dido
And is fun of me that bowed.

6/26/2010


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