Batter my heart, 
Ghost in the making 
I’ll give you my sword if you stab right 

Siege my soul,
Future devil
I’ll make you my angel if you shoot high

Wring my brain, 
Son of Sisyphus
I’ll show you my blood if you ask hard

You can plunder me – I give you the key
To every room in my house

Just promise you’ll decorate it first
So it looks pretty when you tear it down 
It might end in pieces
It might not survive
But it will have been enchanting
Once, in its prime
And if that’s not all that matters
Then I don’t know why humans settle down 

I’ll build a shelter in the aftermath
You can hole up in it, I won’t hold grudge
I’ll thank you for crushing
The erection of my edifice