The stangers attacking
Our hearts are all lacking
But God
I was balding like a berry
But my knees were
And you know I’m so bad, don’t you?
Can’t even breathe
Certain man son of the prophets said, “Hit me in
Go down, sit in the dust, daughter of Babylon
Sit on
I'm still your dad
My son
I'm still you mom
Levite lost concubine, she ran away
Went down to Bethlehem, and
Take some wheat, barley, and beans too
Lentils, millet, spelt, some
Made a house of prostitution
Supposed to be a house of
Forefather, foreskin, cut the flesh off within
One hundred years old,
I got a-rested so I'm free,
Growing repentant in the
You're the initiator
Oh we're welcome in your fold
You called us
Most blessed of women is Jael
Blessed is she among women
And you told us that you rested
The day after
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