in days gone for long ago when a boy was I before angelic but violate without recollection clear my suffering started then in hands that were bound to trust secret demon living near to forgive and to forgo must remember much and mark or imagine total hell to list off the mortal sins against me but not my cause to take that cross anymore put it down then CT wins yes raped and burned and beat me was it one or eight or three must assume the very worst to cleanse my self of the hurt broken vision out of time devils details plague your mind question is the knowing worth as the story tells too much kicked from forty wooden stair head smashed by the boards and ground held to burn by black woodstove on and on the past repeats echo like the trumpet blast shed my chains and weight unload michael judge them as ye will raphael guide me to love god damn the man who hurt child victim I am nevermore not slave to any master intentions of another I am what I am no more free from shame of transgression with no power to escape freed from guilt and obsession restore life in loving grace asserted self with my named CT wins free from all blame for this past that broke my face pure intents will manifest freedoms true in each of us to heal our wounds and this world let thy earth be like heaven all thanks we give you alone for that which we are and gain woven in these lines of seven