Fanatic for religion
Alone with holy images
She consumes eagerly
Gospels and prayers
Her mind deforms the real
Your fanatism hit your soul
Screams invade the dawn
Insanity out of Control
Cripped in a bed
Waiting the divine death
She agonizes in thoughts
Macabre
as the shadows
Altered subconscious
To a catatonic state
A dark room will
Her grave
by TOTOLA