Mere, I Pray for You Peace from Me

Mère, I Pray for You Peace from Me

Written by Jonathan Henderson

February 1, 2014 @ 10:32 PM

I was born, and I'll have to die,

And in between, breathe sulfer

As my days wander while I fly

To my final aviary as I'll suffer.

No sin is too much nor less ill,

And I will sing, though that thrill

Rolled downstream post death

As crickets fiddled my requiem.

 My Dear Mère,
I pray for you peace from me

As I bent hard your mind at eve

When you sang of me deplored

As I's blinded by day, also dead,

My soul's screaming tainted me.

I beg you, Mere, hold me to see,

For I'm just a wretched soul, I be,

And now, our day è finito, I'm free!

And Mère, you are free of I, the fiend.