Portrayed her dispensation to evil
Contorted and confused my good intention
Wore my Cross of Strength in a shameful public parade
Blew permanganate into my face
Letting rivers violet and warm flow
Breaking the banks of my face
The sparkly dew at dawn
She wiped dry with sack cloth
Gagged the chirping birds with dead leaves
And I, she left me on my knees
Worn out by the deed of the night
My broken fingers raised in bashful submission
“Magdalene,” sung a dry throat
Drifting into mid morning slumber
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