I forgive all only after I've exhausted my hate
O Lord blind me fore I meet my fate

To truly love is to fear however wrong one wishes this to be;
I'm hellbent on this purgatory
I'll starve I'll bleed I'll writhe in glossolalia
Until my tongue is either blistered or made holy

Puraxoysmshallunfellfonneshoofless raininess skelpt into glass
No more need for force
I've bared lovers whose ancestors killed my ancestors

Luck runs on nothing, fate reveals itself in hindsight
Like the robber unmasked and proving a mere jester

Greeted in return with the sweetest and most over crowded laugher

Houses are set to crumble and rise like cemented lazarus without
Anylonger baring the weight of structure

No more need, wait and see them--
The same results form patterns
That refuse to be broken--

Revelations unveil crystal-clear
Muck set running with the blood of prayer
God will give ye all but that which ye asked for.