Caught in your sticky grasp like a bird in a thicket
you severed my heart from attachments I once knew
and with your lolling, red tongue did you lick it.
I welcomed your wrath against my foes
until you turned the swift blade too close to home
when you and I came to warring blows.
"I want my way," said my stubborn will.
"I am grown up now, so I will decide!"
Then I strayed from love until I'd had my fill.
In a darkness beyond dark, in a profound and utter void
I was adrift at sea, as lonely as it was wide.
I lifted my face to Heaven as I cried:
"Without Thee, oh fiercesome warrior of old,
I have no anchor; I am wandering.
Return! Return I will to the fold.
And if you cut my pride, I shall surely bleed.
Better this than the life of a fool.
Come again at lightning speed,
and bring the sword that will finish me.
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