The stangers attacking
Our hearts are all lacking
But God
Chewing on the word of God
A tree replanted back
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
Most blessed of women is Jael
Blessed is she among women
Israel in Shittim, some people left them
They slept with harlots
And you told us that you rested
The day after
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