Let this pestilent air not tear its way through your skin
Let the acid bear its heavy poison on its own
Have yourself heart in hand and mind in body
Undull your senses and keep what is due
Pry your way through this fog of great uncertainty and carry out the faith in which you solely grieve in
Let not your soul be baptized by the air that carries doubt and sin
Let it not seep through your veins like the plague
Let your silk dress drag and trace the curves of the earth that has known of pain
Loathsome this life may be, walk with great grace
Let not the heat and burning pains of the sun caress your beauty
Let not this world slap you so… let the sting not linger in your fragility
Be weak to not get up, but not weak enough to die