Red mast cells,
Coupling together,
Torned out tisses,
Fixing eachother rather.
Uniting the seperators,
Moulding it in one,
Smoothing the cuts,
Which was left visible.
Slowing but steadily,
Am gaining each part of me,
Holding the broken soul,
Again ready to get free.
Bodily injury repaired,
Forgiveness for the evil,
Healing the soul,
Now nothing is left to be killed.
His reappearance in life,
Caring for the past deeds,
Filling all the gaps made,
To be with me in all future needs.
