The Prayer

My fingers are the artist's brushes With cold bones and bloddy nails Ten angels ok knowledge and art Guides for malevolent trails Crush my joints and cut my skin Force my hands to pray My life is a brick wall on the front of you Full of heretic years and days But now my pieces are joined as one United with the whitest bride I burn my selfish destinations And never will this stream of rays run dry The unification of ten elements The alliance to gather the wild and the wise Forget your days of joy and disgrace Supress the laughter and their cries