Eroding the Oblates of the Lord Lyrics

Woe is me, my mother, that thou host born me
a man of strife and contention to the whole earth
(Jeremiah 15:10)

Teeth and nails grow on my skull
as I purge my soul in the fire.
My fingers are broken as I touch blessed relief.
I cut my womb and fill it with stones
so that no voice will hear the echo of salvation.
Cursed the day wherein I was born: let not the day
wherein my mother bare me be blessed.

and let that man be as the cities which the Lord
overthrew, and repented not:
and let him hear the cry in the morning,
and the shouting at noontide;
because he slew me not from the womb; or that my
mother might have been my grave.


Wherefore came I forth out of the womb
to see labour and sorrow,
that my days should be consumed with shame ?
(Jeremiah, 20:14-18)

I cut my womb and fill it with stones
so that no voice will hear the echo of salvation.
Whoever loves his life loses it,
and whoever hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.
(John 12:25)