Let me bleed a thousand streams, let me fill the red sea With my bodily warmth, So that I never float on salty waters- Vast bodies of pain, Filled with diamonds. Each stone perfected To glorious taste, Perfected with torture And turmoil of life Till they sparkle and please him. Such a beauty on my face! Yet no man fights to win These precious stones That only glory could make! These beautiful stones- In this salty sea. That only glory could make- That glory gave to me. * It's easier to hate god for the precious gift he gave me.