…if I die, before I wake;
I pray to more than God to take-
my soul, my heart,
All the love, my waning life.
So, if I die from unavenged madness;
I pray to something more…
Consume the cause of looming sadness-
right the iniquities,
stop the kindness,
(from being raped beside me, helpless).
God loves most, but
favours the spineless.