“Lady you berfet me of all words,/Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,/ And there is such confusion in my powers.”
“Madam, you have bereft me of all words,Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,”
“The written word might as well have been my veins, and ink my blood.”
“You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.”
“What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.”
“You tell others about Me - that I am a loving God. Your words are glib. My words are written in the blood of My only Son.”