There ocean ends and becomes shallow
There is a temple of twelve columns
The entrance is between
The column dark Boaz and white Jachin,
Your road ends here, just step within.
Forget all previous and empty business,
You're about to become the High Priestess
To smooth the angels and the fate
Just at the porch you cut pomegranate,
Like drops of blood it's on the floor,
This scarlet red will open doors,
And now you're in the narthex,
Yes, the law is cruel, dura lex sed lex
You need to make another sacrifice,
After the fruit of granate you
present the temple your blue eyes.
Inside you see the Rise and the fall,
You see how widen western walls
They lead you to the sacred place,
You have the wisdom, you're chaste,
To you will envy the Delphi oracle,
The moment came. Here is the tabernacle.
You open scripture like a cell,
And you go down to the bloody Hell.
The High Priestess
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