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 cloths…

Clean and purifed let me turn the pages of the heavenly book. Let me fil my eyes with who is worthy of my submition… 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 vommited out your deception… I am now dripping gold.