If you cast me out,
I would live, if only to
rebel against you.
And if you tried to kill me,
I would grieve for you
but I wouldn’t show mercy.
And if, after that,
you treated me with kindness,
I’m not sure I would trust you.


If you called for me,
I’d take to the road for you
and walk through fire.
If you made a home for me,
I’d take up my sword
and strike down a god for you.
If you bored of me,
I would open up my chest
and then trouble you no more.