Whenst may the fallen shards of pain betray
these eyes of swollen tears?
Upon thy yielding breast I’ll lay
to hide my remaining years.
For evil’s pawn has spun her yarn
to lash my escaping soul.
Her venom spews as words diffuse,
my life in kind she stole.
Dear Lord, forgive this child,
for the evil she spreads has homes.
It is not solely her revile,
but others that throw her stones.