Launching Stigmata

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Packing StigmataABurning my flesh the sins of yesterday are showing,Obsessed with time, the present's silky mantle breaks,Malice erupts, smoke screams through the darkness,See now the silence of mankind's good expectations.Thunder and lightning brings right back dark figures,The sun is included, tombs of everlasting hatred evoke,Panic and ignorance, Satan's beloved pets in man,To shatter kisses, to make sure his victory over the divine,Yells are seen seeding anxiety and turning light in stone,Inside I view the enfoldment, eyes fixed with tears,Sink through the pain, wishing success is winning how to improve gmat reading comprehension directory .ACutting the courage, evening seems at my doorstep,Entering smoothly, my home seems to it therefore appealing,It whispers my name, watching busy at my blood,Pulls down a contract saying you just need to sign.The weather is perfect your anger is feed with resentment,My master is waiting; invoke thy scaring lost soul,Erase the trust, crawl down to salvations wishbone,Enter your name through blood and lovely and come,Do perhaps not be God's flaming fool, sign and surely become,A master between jesters and slay down the humans.AAMy freezing heart is crying wanting obviously to escape.Taking the steamy papers in my hands I write;As long as God watches over my head with care,Whether life casts its ugly harbors in my house,I won't ever sign a sentence, and could you feel?Look outside; a is surely coming. Manage now shadow,Your master is calling, alas, your punishment waits,I may hope daily to clear my agonizing vengeance,For God, my father looks down upon my beating heart,And considers that white, that great of my sparkling hope,Now it is raining, I am aware he cries of joyful delight,For my love won sympathy is now my guard.