NOTRE DAME IS BURNING
OUR LADY BURNS A FIERY RED,
A HELL PIT OF FURY,
SHE WEEPS AS SHE FEELS THE PAST IGNITE,
TIME LOST TO THE RAVAGING FLAMES,
GARGOYLES, WERE YOU NOT GUARDING OUR LADY ?
MAYBE IT WAS YOU WHO OPENED THE GATES OF HELL,
FIRE INVADING THE PIT OF HER BELLY,
VOMITING ASH THROUGH HER HOLY ORIFICE,
LIKE A PHOENIX SHE WILL RISE FROM THE ASHES,
SHE WILL BE RESURRECTED.
FIONA
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Thank you my forever friend 😘😘😘😘😘
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