Rhapsody in Rapture

. Rhapsody of Rapture, my ever-quickening chaste meditation, the pallet of diatribe, etched on the soul in my flesh, like an invisible birthmark. Rhapsody with Rapture, the claws of reason, its talons of faith, and the raptor hews, the flesh of love for its bloody meat. Rhapsody in Rapture, and I giggled ecstatically, last time they murdered me, knowing the pure Rapture of martyrdom, the Rhapsody of the Raptor. .