Apology to the Singular Divine.
Balm of my soul and healer of my mind, Why must I become the poison to my protector? For one who has done naught save cure me of my evils, How then can I justify this pain I lend to thee. Were it I could change the worldly flows, then would the rivers of Babylon flow nectar to thy breast. And nary a tribulation would ever cause, a furrow to rise pon brow so fair. But being as I am,a man of flesh. No more a god than an infinite nihility. I chanced your affection and in return, bequeathed thee with ceaseless sorrow. Forgive me oh divine one, for I am a man but thou art perfection within perfection. All that from which I am removed. Everything and Everynone. Forgive me.