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Plea to Virgin Mother

Updated on May 5, 2015

Virgin mother and your son, grant me the branch of peace

Suppress my thoughts of demonkind, my blighted soul release

I have walked unclean, I've lost my way,

condition me for the judgement day

With my conscious pure, I'll bid his will

Endure my cross and proceed uphill

Open wide my clouded eyes, refill my gloomy void

Shed light on the teachings of the lord, to him I'll be employed

Between the cradle and the crypt stamp my heart divine

Angels voices in my psyche, the tongue which speaks is mine.

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