To Love is Pain.
The music exalts me.
I bleed into the vessel
for you to drink.
The earth holds my fire
the water my peace
the sky my wrath.
Though I have given you sacrifice.
Though I have given birth to wisdom’s children.
My idols have betrayed me.
Taken our children away,
and made a river of their blood.
Alas how the billions of cries of the blood are heard by the spirits,
though nothing is done.
I fear now. I fear heartily our lives shall end
Abruptly with the moaning of anguish,
An end to our romance, it ended in bloody terror.
So it is that our anguish has fed the strength of a million generations.
What is this? Hope? So foreign to our eyes. May our broken hearts be filled with relief. Unto us new children are born!
I am Knowledge, my bride is Wisdom. You, our youngest children are Power and Destiny. And our Eldest Child, Love has arisen from the dead! Now the war has begun again.