I have these feelings..
in my heart, in my brains and my loins, some organ..
that as punishment you will hold your wife's head.
And even her carcass will want you dead because you have the hamstrings of a gentlemen..
but you cut at your thighs and scratch out your eyes..
while your child cries because you just want to die.
Advice: go back to the mirror.
or some admirer.
and die with her...the pearl of your life.
Your naked gums spell explusion..
and fill the hallow in my soul..
swaying from these hamstrings without control.
Your faith was your instrument of torture.
I was saving these prayers cause someone told me you'd need them.