I met a man with darkness 

So I let him lay me down 

The quiver he was given 

full of broken intentions 

I can smell he’s been out hunting 

the wild beast inside his heart 

So I let him kiss me deeper

A land of broken arrows

shot by men with no name

for a God who claims only one

Bodies dismembered

 that hold no sacrament 

for her resurrection from imposed sin

He has a basket full of tools

made weapons by his mind

So I let him hold my bosom 

I whisper a thousand names in his ear

Until his fervent sword wields Life

upon fertile lands again.