Blessings are made with blood
And peace is brought by sword
And Lions rip off scaly flesh
To bring us back to life.

Men are made with fire
And chiseled hard with steel
The way to life is dire
And many fall away.

The greatest praise I save for thee-
The one who breaks my bones
The one who brings me to the thick
And drags me through the fight.

So much so soon
And grey is here
And all we hate
We soon hold dear.

I wonder how the day will end
And know I do not have the strength
And so I turn another bend
And look outside to see.

I miss the things that held me most
And hate the missing in my heart
And fear the road that travels strait
And wonder if I'll make it far.

Day by day I take this time
Not too far might I see
Day by day I pray to you
Please, oh please make me be.

Dr. Horrible says:

"Sometimes there is a third even deeper layer that is just like the first..."