ministrant angel, come down on me
rain down your judgment in a heavenly fire
lock up my body in your flame lock it up
hold me down to draw out the human rot--the coating push
of original sin--thrust it through me
thrust out of me the evil in a sound of fire
play my flesh as if it were a drum
something so base to glorify god
fray my nerve-endings with your golden wires
unstring my veins and retune me in flame
resound in me with your celestial harmony
until the black pit of me is charred to nothing
but the echoing
the echoing of
a celestial strain
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