May the leeches leave you be, sweet girl.
When I’m granted the chance to spare some blood,
I’ll give you all I can.
The Devil is cruel, can take so much,
but not the love we have for you.
There’s a path, there’s always a path,
on which His sandals echo, still,
and His hands extend.
May Christ forgive your crucifiers, I guess,
and keep you safe
and pardon my rage.
We recall that long before the world could hate on us,
it hated Him.