Versailles of My Mind
To devour the Devine,
to feel Lucifer’s angelic grip,
softly choking this sinners soul.
Strip me of my halo,
hang it above your bed,
in a form of catching your unholy dreams.
Exhale your favorite gospel verses
so gently in my ear
you’ll build a beautiful Cathedral
in the Versailles of my mind.
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