freedoms’ perfume lavished me
and loves’ petals clothed me, 
my eyes were perfectly shut
and innocence was my life
held hands with my beings’ Designer
until lies’ deceiving yet
ever so attracting shadow dawned 
upon the opening of my soul that began departing
as soon as i desired that which
was not mine own- nor was ever meant for my use.
so easily did it lure me in 
yet, the consequence became the stain that haunts me to this day.
with a disguise to seem but a hint of elegant,
its’ eloquent speech surrounds me still-
though the spiraling downward brings eternal destruction, 
my Makers’ arm extended towards me- lifted me
by the way of the Blood that immersed thee mark of death away-
i am called daughter and in His hand i do rest.
even now- the Resurrected prays for my soul.
Perfect unity awaits me…