The nun , I think , has two feet on the ground
She lives inside the ribcage of the beast
She prays using the pelvis for a prop
She sleeps upon a heap of broken bones
Her altar is the monster’s shiny skull
She sings a song to while away the hours
A song so strange to make the planets pause
A song of blood and murder and revenge
Of fury , mayhem , then perhaps remorse
Of death and love and finally a rose
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Arcady - the nun poem
The nun , I think , has two feet on the ground
She lives inside the ribcage of the beast
She prays using the pelvis for a prop
She sleeps upon a heap of broken bones
Her altar is the monster’s shiny skull
She sings a song to while away the hours
A song so strange to make the planets pause
A song of blood and murder and revenge
Of fury , mayhem , then perhaps remorse
Of death and love and finally a rose
The nun , I think , has two feet on the ground She lives inside the ribcage of the beast She prays using the pelvis for a prop She sleeps upon a heap of broken bones Her altar is the monster’s shiny skull She sings a song to while away the hours A song so strange to make the planets pause A song of blood and murder and revenge Of fury , mayhem , then perhaps remorse Of death and love and finally a rose
Arcady - the nun poem
The nun , I think , has two feet on the ground
She lives inside the ribcage of the beast
She prays using the pelvis for a prop
She sleeps upon a heap of broken bones
Her altar is the monster’s shiny skull
She sings a song to while away the hours
A song so strange to make the planets pause
A song of blood and murder and revenge
Of fury , mayhem , then perhaps remorse
Of death and love and finally a rose