The Tumor

Dearest lord,
I find you in me,
myself at the risk of sounding vaguely farmiliar.

This ring in a cave, I hear you?

Someone answered.

I beg of you to forfeit my aunt.

She deserves life here on earth with us oh lord.

I beg of you to stay, in my heart, as I pray... she lives.

Let us be together oh lord... she shall remain and I prevail with you in her.

She must not lose the fight, oh lord.

She'll win.