Gretna Greene

A purple bruise,
 A fractured limb,
 All covered up with lies
 A swollen face,
 A bloody tongue,
 This violence denied
 Empty now and meaningless,
 Ridiculed in shame,
 Until death do us apart,
 Who should take the blame?
 To live a lie
 Forgive or die
 A stricken look,
 A lowered head,
 Reflections, turning back
 A trembling hand,
 A quickened step,
 The dreaded, next attack
 Turning from the holy ghost,
 Light and spirit fade
 Waiting for deliverance,
 Every thing betrayed
 To live a lie
 Forgive or die
 A vacant stare,
 A beat-up faith,
 The book of truth reviled
 A prayer to God,
 A plea for help,
 Held ransom with the child
 Wide awake and holding tears,
 Fear that never sleeps,
 Curled up in the bed at night,
 The virgin gently weeps
 To live a lie
 Forgive or die.