The Bitterness And The Bereavement

Adorn magnificent costume

Be with me here in my dark place

Let yours be mine

Cut me and I do not bleed

Heat is my body

The poor and simple fools

Equal under my presence

Lift up your head







Blessed in the womb that bare thee

Feed us with knowledge

Release us from atrocities

And shades of sinister figures

Bare witness to this orgy of glory

Groping at my naked privacy

Unleashing pure bitterness

And I did bleed over them







Hindered by savage plague

Offspring wasting away

Christ where is your mercy?

Do listen to me pray?

Cast upon us a pitying eye

The baptism os such as is,

Of riper years

Am I blind? Who are you?







He died that you might live

And lived only to cleanse you

From sin's polluting stain

If I had the chance to cut you

Believe me you would bleed

And the rest...