O’ Lord, I pray you don’t cover my eyes with your blooming, blissful blight, for how shall I see you, my only light, when all I can see is darkness sigh? O’ Lover, I pray you don’t gouge my eyes and fill them with filthy, faceless frights, for how shall I kiss you my last good-bye before the sunlight hits our sorrowful night? So I pray, plead, and beg, my Lord and Lover –– please soil my eyes and heal them with your might!