I am seeking the soul-destroyer!
whose ways rip and slash and burn.
As a moth calls out to the flame, I pray:
Rain down your wrath from heaven;
beseech Job a portion of his woes;
grant the sea drown my sorrow
and fire consume those who know.
O soul-destroyer!
Make my hands to me
works of an unknown God;
my own eyes a mystery,
my breath the bellows
of another's despair;
until my time here
is so filled with awe
that wonder prevents
all knowledge of its passing.
O soul-destroyer!
Teach me the ways of love
until I cradle Satan in my arms
and hear him weep
all the days of his evil away...
