Tear duct

We be worthy to capture

To unravel and rupture

For they don't swim with the blessed 

Nor with the wind. 

Or the left. 

I am the blood soaked rocks on which the victims were drenched.

So raise your heads. 

Raise your hands. 

And never let go in fear 

Never let go in lust

Only let go in love

Which makes anything better 

For us.