Let me be your comforting love. The fort that comes in advance of danger, your protection before such need ever arises. For whence we see the apocalyptic wraiths, when they lock eyes on my beloved, I will be the shards their mounts will refuse to cross. For though to you I am every soft thing, I am their devil, the one the damned ever curse. For they would rather send a God to the eternal tortures of hell than pay for their own sins, be trained in our ways.