Pull the thorns from your fingers, seal up the wounds with love.
You no longer have to suffer, to let yourself bleed uncontrollably at the mercy of others.
You are the judge, you are the savior of your own suffering.
You are the soother of your own soul.
Leave the dusty pews and the chanting in the air, for it no longer feeds your urges.
Let loose the ropes that were never really there,
Release the knots you have created from thrashing and pulling at your own binds.
Nothing pulls you to the grave except gravity in the end.
Nothing can cause you enough pain that you will surrender,
You have already experienced the greatest torture of the mind.
Release, pull out the thorns, seal up the wounds with love.