Chews the fat with his creator
Over breakfast in the sunlight.


When he says grace! when he says grace
he feels enveloped like a shadow


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But there are evenings, there are evenings
When this decimated world of movement, color and form

Gets thin, and getting thinner
When lights are dim and getting dimmer
When nights are grim and only getting, only getting grimmer.


As they barter their boulders
And martyr their soldiers

Teach a man to tear her f**king head
From her God-damned shoulders


Held into the sun
By the strands of her hair


They impart the secret hatred
From their fathers to their heirs


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In silence left unbroken
On the bed, bound and gagged.


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With culture,language, myth and law

Our goddess gave birth to your God

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On a bed Bound and gagged
With culture, language, myth and law
From a wounded womb her flesh was scarred

And raw

Our goddess gave birth to your God

God damn!

Culture, language, myth and law

Our goddess, gagged