My love left me vulnerable
Instead of love in return
My heart was maimed
I feel the lance’s blade

Shall I forgive and forget
Or retain their sins against?
Listen not to this bleeding mess
But rather to the Lord’s address

Addressing all the nations
Akin to a cricket’s voice
Drowned out by the noise in their head
His countenance you will dread

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