When he in whom you trusted turns malign
Yet does not tell you why this might be so
Just sends you hate mail, crosses boundary lines
This is both a trauma and a blow
Shall I lose myself in thoughtless sin
Devote myself to flesh and lovers wild?
I shall not run to where revenge may win
Nor burn my throat with boiling, putrid bile
Humanity turns backwards does not rush
Returns the evil with a strong, good wish
When God reveals himself, a burning bush
The flames will purify, the heat will kiss
Retaliation may feel very sweet
But hate rebounds and eats us, as is meet
How my heart speaks 