Promise-Keeper, Curse-Breaker

I’ve been punchdrunk.
In the throes, the death rattle,
I felt the desire surge
To meet unfair battle
Wherein I am exposed, vulnerable,
With ruthless slaughter.
I felt the lineage of Witch,
Of which I am a ransomed daughter,
Calling me to bloodlust
And the transactional curse.
But I belong to You,
Deliver us all from the hearse

Of our hateful sins.

I Believe You.