It started with a whisper
A little itching,
Then a rumor and flashing lightning and thunder
A hallway of memory
A death, with a deathwish
Like a virus taking over
That took me by the hand
In a tasting of bitter fruits
An angel, sublime and radiant
As I grew darker upon the shadows
Killing me and denying Life
As it made me Holy in renunciation and wisdom
Acquainted with grief and all the possible sufferings
Christlike, baptism of fire
Such a severe grace I would not refuse yesterday nor today
The iron hand hurts yet the same hand shall make me free
And now I see more things more clearly
And suffer more purely
Strange and lonely
I grow smaller and wither away and die
Day by day day
With these tremors of the root of the universe
So for the sin and mistake
So long to all known, never owned
This Way the End
