Wielding virtue as if it were a sword
Severing the tyrant from those of the Lord
A medieval martyr manifesting magical means
Something like Jack, like Jack and his beans
A heroine. grafted in, purged of sin
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A damsel from domremy is she
Her powers pummeled punitively
Ravaging rebels religiously
Rapacious words did she bellow
Coloring the ivory tower
Staining it yellow
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The spirit spoke in her soul
choosing words — — —
words from which she did not know
Appalling adventure into the abyss
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Absolving affliction, never to miss
Accusations hurled but not to stick.
only to later be burned like a wick
Hold the cross higher
she said to the liar
For the work of the lord
She never did tire
About the Creator
Ethan Ivy
I am the host of the Philosophical Gospel Podcast and an avid student of philosophy and theology.
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