Once you nearly choked on the Lord's blood- or was the blood yours? You are condemned to be a saint or a Martyr : unable to be the one, unwilling to be the other: And watch as the flames of hell twine in blood soaked hair , tell me , once the war is over, was it worth it ? There is no god here in these hours, though their jaw is a temple and their hips strike like an axe- the labrys you injure yourself against.