deform my tongue
wither my gaze
remove the path
whisper my blood
trilling madness
showed us the signs
blessed be the child
sworn to the night
"oh brutus, still my tongue
i can't bear this insult while we're cloaked in darkness
a hideous notion- that they might breed"
guide me into walls of the dark
make me immune to their blessings
make me immune to their light
take my hand
lead the way
to a place
where the tongues of dogs can't reach