Before an alter she bent
Arms raised in a 'V'
And begged for forgiveness
Face littered with tears
Her sins too tragic
Her heart too broken
To offer anything more
Than a humble apology
Limbs tired, she waited
But no words came
And alone she remained
In the dark, in the pity
Of her beloved messiah
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