The caskets, closed and locked, called holy virgins
however, one is open, even open to all the world
the tools were lost long ago, they weren't needed anymore
no one to detain us from peeping inside
the holy guards don't guard open strumpet-caskets
they shrug and turn their backs, so do we on them
The open casket lost its holiness, or so they say
inside is emptiness, clean and perfect
all of those holy caskets may hold just that:
nothing dressed as everything
mysteries of emptiness called holy
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