My son, my son borne from the war
We trade shovels for swords
My son, my son
Inherit the earth, inhabit the wound

Oh how far we fall, we fall

My love, my love captive to lusts: Consumed
My love, my love buried beneath the vile machine

The earth with a final gasp
Shook free from our inventions
Grace and nature reconciled
I heard: It is finished
The final seal was broken
The concussion blew me back
I teetered on the edge of re-creation and the wrath

Nine Lovers stumbled out
From their shells of brokenness
They reached inside their wounds
To find the seeds borne from their suffering
Coalesce upon me to plant the tree of life
Inside the heart of the machine

Reach inside
Heal the wound
Make us whole