I RAN AWAY FROM THE BLACK CHURCH ON FIRE GOLDEN AND SILVER TREES FALLING ON ME THEIR LEAVES JUST LIKE TEARS OF MERCY I REACHED THE LAKE WHOSE WATERS CHANGED INTO ICE
THEY TRIED TO BURY ME AS A VIOLET LIGHT TOOK ME A WILD SCREAM SKINNED INSIDE
I LOOKED AROUND, MYRIADS MYRIADS OF MIRROWS ALL MY IMAGES WENT OUT OF THEIR GLASS SHOWING ME THEIR HANDS A RED CROSS STAMPED WITH BLOOD I WAS THE VICTIM OF A SACRIFICE
THEY TRIED TO BURY ME AS A VIOLET LIGHT TOOK ME A WILD SCREAM SKINNED INSIDE