Inhabit the Wound

My son, my son
Borne from the war, we trade shovels for swords
My son, my son
Inherit the earth, inhabit the wound
Oh how far we fall
We fall
My love, my love
Captive to lusts: consumed
My love, my love
Buried beneath the vile machine
The earth with a final gasp shook free from our inventions
Grace and nature reconciled I heard, «It is finished»
The final seal was broken, the concussion blew me back
I teetered on the edge of recreation and the wrath
Nine Lovers stumbled out from their shells of brokenness
They reached inside their wounds to find the seeds borne from their suffering
Coalesce upon me to plant the tree of life inside the heart of the machine
Reach inside, heal the wound, make us whole