The Absolved from Judgement by The Prolet Kult

She has awakened
A stillness in the air
A quietness
A second of a second
Chronologically threadbare

Tears have flown from her eyes
She has killed the one she so despised
From the just, he will serve his sentence
To hell, he is sent with a vengeance

His corpse riddled with what's left of the knives
Bleeding on the carpet, rivers and flies
She turns to the moment to breathe
As she falls down upon her knees

The awaiting dread
Falls upon her head
The awaiting dread
She will await the sword

The awaiting dread
Falls upon her head
She will await the sword
She seals the lips
upon her prayers
Awaits her demise
But a wonderful sort
A wonderful life
Yes, She can abide

The embers of the oven heat
Starting to burn
Oh, what a feat
The spirits tell her to leave
She will be safe
Awake wash herself and leave

The fire rages and burns
Her deeds are forgotten
He is called dead
Never found the killer
She is free

Some looking for answers
Her lips stay sealed
Never utter a word Never do tell
Never found evidence To put her in jail

All of it burns in hell
All of it burns in hell
All of it burns in hell
All of it burns
In hell

And in her room she screams to her gods,
I am Dianna, Goddess of the Hunt!

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