Kneeling, weeping, scarred hands bleeding. Through stained glass light
shines at the end of the tunnel. We won't weep at the feet of your
Mary. Vice is necessity to cure the boredom they apply.
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Kneeling, weeping, scarred hands bleeding. Through stained glass light
shines at the end of the tunnel. We won't weep at the feet of your
Mary. Vice is necessity to cure the boredom they apply.