Before he leaves his earthy shape and his body is turned into soil, He needs to give her the tools of control. For as men greed for power, she should crave even more. That's the only way for her to get what she was made for. Their eyes will undress her every chance they get, and they try to make her feel used. But they can talk all they want, in the end they will be the one who's bruised. I know she'll take it this time, and make it more than something that has diffused. There's nothing more to excuse, she will never again be abused. Victim of violence, a method studied and true. It silences most people, but she is not like you. She will make them beg for their needs, she's my blood, and my blood never bleeds. Their eyes will undress her every chance they get, and they try to make her feel used. But they can talk all they want, in the end they will be the one who's bruised. I'll be waiting here for her, qui vive. But he came home before she could leave.