Wash me clean, rub off the dirt…

Rub off the lies until my flesh bleeds

Surely there must be some lies under my nails

Clip them off… Burn the clothes…

Clean and purified let me turn the pages of the Heavenly Book.

Let me fill my eyes with He who is worthy of my submission…

Surely I was in the wrong to surrender myself to you.

Men like you. Oh men like you are those who turn

a believer into a godless woman…

But neither am I godless nor am I dripping dirt…

The lies are rubbed off as I drank the holy words

and vomited out your deception…

I am now dripping gold.