In shadows deep, where whispers hide,
Mary Magdalene's tale resides.
A secret lineage, bloodline divine,
Veiled in time in an ancient shrine.
Red roses bloom in silent splendour,
Each petal an ancient message sender.
Each thorn a tale of love's embrace,
In Magdalene's heart, they find their place.
A symbol of hope from the sacred two,
White feathers guide the chosen few.
The Grail's underground stream flows through,
Mary Magdalene's legacy, alive and true.
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