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            The Stabat Martyr is here  
            She has wounds to the bone
            Just in time for prayers


            Rising from bedrock
            The church bells ring
            The daily psalm of bread


            Ebb and flow
            A love curse
            Weaves a toll


            Where your footprints fall
            I fill the shadow space
            The lake of my desire


            The field of my body
            The tempest word play
            Sings off thewind


            I live as the ghost
            Of all martyrs gone
            My voice of the lightning

            I strike trees
            Hold back seas
            Clamour for my life