The Cherry

Make known to me clandestine truths,

Father, Mother here my plea

Lest eternal petulance ascribe to me.

Mother say cast all doubt  to flowing flame, 

dear child pique is not your name,

Let fall your fright into the pit,

Be not prey to mirthless wit.

A gift for you, here look.

 Beautiful flesh, here my refuge,

Scarlet river, bourne by scourge,

A sweet perserve,

Divine vermillion fruit,

Resemble to me soot,

Mother and father say beautiful, why?

Live to love and let not languish.

Peirced pitless carnage,

Mother and father say beautiful, why?

Live to love and let not languish.

A crime, a crime,

spilled vermilion wine,

A miracle, a gift, they call it beautiful, why?

Live to love and let not languish.

Pierced hide, pierced hide,

no core inside,

Mother and Father say beautiful, why?

Live to love and let not languish.

Fatherless the fruit, fallen, facing threats,

Murdered, mocked,

While mother watched, not me,

The gift has set me free,

Mercy divine, clandestine truth disclosed.