Wither away, evil sin;

seek another place

haunt other souls.

Rest ours, cleanse ours.

Bathe us not with the memory.

Heated demons,

burn not brands into skin.

Leave, regret.

And be you far away.

Give ease, give peace.

Stab the blame

with a thousand swords.

But murder without a trace.

Leave the wounds bleed;

let sin flow, unbound,

crimson, cleansed, free.

Demon be this soul

no more.

March 2001