Here I am, holding
This ebony pearl in my hand.
It rages, burning
With feelings of hate you have.
And I try, praying
In the only way I can.
But alas, loathing
This cursed jewel that I have.

You tell me, wishing
That I will someday understand.
How it is, living
In your effluvium of hate.
Now I give, placing
This fiery jewel in your hand.
This is me, trying
To untie the knots of hate.