Stonehenge
I've praied in Sonehenge
through the hearth your face reappeared
For the equinox
when the circle was full
all were dressed in robes
I've praied in Sonehenge
Hands laid on your temples
my eyes re running on yours
Blood is cloating in our bound wrists
I've praied in Sonehenge
Powerful tights spread
your arms bend behind
My teeth tear your mouth
For my blade thrusts in
I've praied in Sonehenge
you stare, my gaze
winding up onto an uplifting soul
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