Purity of intentionsudden invasionOf adolescenceDriven
by her convictionsAt sevenShe saw her first visionFrom
the heavenly voicesInvoking vanityHer guilt was hag
riddenAs she whipped herselfUntil the blood ran freeSaint
CatherineShowed all the signsBeyond the threshold of
painShe believed in mystical marriageThe future is
the child of the pastIt's a spiral staircase of ecstasyIncursion
dementiaIncursion dementiaSaint CatherineShowed all
the signsIncursion dementiaIncursion dementiaIncursion
dementiaIncursion dementiaHer climax was reachedAt
catatonics fitsNor cloud she longEndure them now