Robert Amedeo
I Pray as I Prey
First Glimpse of this radiant creature, unraveled mind's clarity
Enchanted fairy tale innocence, God's miracle gift, 'tis rarity
My Heavens opened, likening the world stage parting the red sea
Innocence so lovely Angel's sang chorus of my heart felt melody
Curled flowing raven locks, fall upon the shoulders bare
Complexion pure perfection child fair beyond compare
God's wrath of brimstone and fire, does not extinguish this secret desire
After Midnight Mass in the loft young Squire, who sings in the Churches Choir
Parishioners have no scent or smell, stained by the Priest Demon Knave
For behind closed door, he hold's them in bondage, as Master is to Slave.
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