Take me, take me. For yours is the power and glory, forever and ever. Amen.
But I would not let my rage go, I had grown to love it so . . I could not say no when he came with his familiar pain, how I enjoyed the rising again in my heart of that shouting that howling that seething pain, that begging for revenge - that sweet surrender to hate.

How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning Church appalls,
and the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls


burning burning love