1. Alas, my Lord, every pleasure demands a cup
That you have feasted on all night, my flesh

2. Yes, if you could, you would take my blood as your drink
In cups carved from my bones

3. Peace be upon you, kindle the fires of your war
For I overflow with the water of my peace and restraint

4. If you eat my flesh, it has consequences
Beyond the consequences of injustice

5. And I have words my nature has released
Of praise for what reason has gleaned beyond blame