Just because!

Because I am a rich priestess.
Holy.
Set apart.
Divided from humanity.
For humanity.
Clasped in gold.
Raiments to dine.
Of purple.
Emerald rainbows.
Deck my head.
God.
Resumes.
Seeps down.
Upon my face.
I perspire.
A crown appears.
Pierces.
Lightening flashes!
My flesh.
And drops of blood.
From the Lamb.
Cover.
Drape.
Rectify.
Beautify.
Red veins trip.
Tenderly.
To sanctify.
And activate.
His concise colour.
In me.
He anoints me.
He clothes me.
He does this.
He dresses me.
He is.
The great.
I AM.
I am crushed.
But not bruised.
I have.
Spirit.
Soul.
And body.
Exquisite.
Solid crane.
I become.
Unstained violence.
Strange.
Bod.
That I am.
Crass.
And sincere.
At the same time.
I have love.
Eternity.
Purity.
Happiness.
Peace.
Beyond my understanding.
And courage to boot!
Do you wonder?
Christ is mine.

Rather, clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ, and do not think about how to gratify the desires of the flesh.
Romans 13:14

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“Watch over the little ones, My Mumma Priestess,” says Jesus. “They are Mine!”

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