Divine is the one who has brought a waking heart to this once lonely chest.

Ribs that rattle with a beat seldom heard or felt within a dead man.

“To life!” is the cry.

As if to arms were that call.

“A love worth fighting for!

A cause worth dying for!

Dust off your heart and let it be lead into glorious victory!”

The inspired shout with glee, for the time has arrived, and blessed it is, to become the divine’s.

To pour out all that has been held in for so long.

Blood of a different kind, purer, richer, heartier.

Spilt with the utmost joy it soaks the feet of those who have no hope.