It was a woman, this time, a woman who was the sacrifice.
Offering herself, with fear, and with hope,
but with the sanctity of truth,
to remove my sin,
to take it in,
and fulfill my redemption.

My completion, my star, to guide me to home port.
My life.

The Holy Sacrament that I take within me, 
and accept as my indomitable faith
in life, once and for all,
the completion.

The very temple of truth and love
may be found within her heart,
beating with fervor
and joy.

To redeem me, her own, her one,
her only lost black sheep,
her regret,
but her joy.

Redeeming with the honest and simple
acceptance of pain,
of the strident srtokes of the lash of life.

To accept and redeem 
me once more, at long last my darling consummation.

My life.

You sacrifice yourself,
once more.

One last time,
and I am free of suffering.

You accepted it,
willingly,
swiftly,
with no hesitation.

The true fulfillment of the oath you gave,
and redeemed.

I am the redemption,
and the truth,
and the life.

With your sacrifice,
my lady of light and darkness,
combined in one,
to become the whole,
the completion,
that we are.

"All is healed,
all is health."

The holy lamb of god who takes away the sin of the world,
the one and only faith I hold,
my own.

My redemption, 
sure and true.

My love.