Son of Mine, can you hear the Sound of this repetition as 
clockwork?
I'm always peeling back your skin to rip these legions 
from your heart.
Every scar you leave yourself is a Jewel in the making.
I would give new Passion, yet you've turned your back.
A devil of details cut your throat.
You're so addicted.
You'll swing the hammer and I'll turn your nails to Gold.
You will know My voice when the hair on your neck stands 
up.
I opened this Door, and I will bring the End.
All gives way, and all will fall to their knees and beg 
for Grace.
Son of Mine these letters, I swear, have not been burnt.
My heart, a child trembling at the sight of his wake,
Is longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand.
I know now what it is to be helpless,
Like a foot on my neck to the ground,
I'm longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand.
Here I am.
I await you.
You will know My voice.
Here I am.
I AM THE LION.
Clear the path. I am the Lion.
You brood of snakes.
I am the Lion.