Gretne Greene

A purple bruise,
A fractured limb,
All covered up with lies

A swollen face,
A bloody tongue,
This violence denied

Empty now and meaningless,
Ridiculed in shame,
Until death do us apart,
Who should take the blame?

To live a lie
Forgive or die

A stricken look,
A lowered head,
Reflections, turning back

A trembling hand,
A quickened step,
The dreaded, next attack

Turning from the holy ghost,
Light and spirit fade
Waiting for deliverance,
Every thing betrayed

To live a lie
Forgive or die

A vacant stare,
A beat-up faith,
The book of truth reviled

A prayer to God,
A plea for help,
Held ransom with the child

Wide awake and holding tears,
Fear that never sleeps,
Curled up in the bed at night,
The virgin gently weeps

To live a lie
Forgive or die.