Evil’s claw is cruel like rape, and finds her allies easily…
Who gash my heart, and crush her petals, until my soul’s nectar flows.
His predators are are blind, and in their crises, fervor drunk…
thus cannot see the wounds they ply, give drink to holy mouths.
So tear my heart, until it sings and calls the prisoners to grace,
for in my soul a door is made, and freedom won, in silence traced.