Green Cave Float

I am the fountainstorm from a black heart I am the desert of redemption I soar on dead wings of sin I am pre-nun (with a) cracked virginity The arrows of moderation failed to hit me But the ones who came with fear and hate Kissed me deep long and hard And those who spelled DEATH are so ready Paler skin than the sheets of Jewish fairytales Is sown upon every soul and body of life And I wonder who sees desolation Through my eyes, holds the vision And makes "love" to it