24.09.15 Our Lady of Broken Hearts 

 Shrine of Immaculate Deception

I 

don’t hate

her

I 

hate

Me

She was always going to 

my

decline 

I 

Saw 

The wreckage, and ravaged souls

I

Ignored her blood stained hands

I

Embraced her sweet, sweet lies

Like 

Divine revelation

I

Sought her practised

Deception 

Like 

enlightenment

I 

Thought I was immune

It was just her nature 

She was always going to be 

My ruin