Renounce the cradle. Trade belief for blame.
What leaves the body leaves itself behind.
Make your love a shroud to please your god;
The breath they force into your mouth is shame,
the stain all seekers bow to. Teach yourself
to love that risk. Remember, no safe harbor
waits, so let each death you die become
a feeling you must peel away from lust.
Exaggerate the rhythmic flaws you find.
You must renew each taste that they deny.