Forgive me, Father, for I am undeserving when blood soaks these hands that hold Your gift to me. I am broken and find solace in the darkness. She is pure and basks in the light. Did You send her to be my shelter? I made a vow of celibacy. She remained untouched. Did You create her for me? I am a sin eater, a purger of evil. She is an angel, a guardian of good. Did You know she would be my savior?