I WILL TEAR THE HEART FROM THE CHEST
I WILL BECOME THE MASTER OF MY FEELINGS
I WILL COOL THE ANGER WHICH IS BOILING IN THE FRIGID WATERS OF A MOUNTAIN RIVER
LET THE LIGHTINGS CUT THE TUMID ABDOMEN OF A BLACK SKY WITH THE FIERY RAZOR
MY DISOBEDIENCE SCORCHING MY FLESH INSIDE
I AM NOT READY TO RECONCILE I'M NOT READY TO PUT UP