"A Woman's Right"
Fingers and legs piled in bleach-white bags.
Bloodied gloves. Come feast your eyes!
Bloodied gloves. Come feast your eyes!
After
After I've weighed all my options And I've counted the cost May I joyfully declare to all t hat everything's loss Compared to growing a bit closer To the man who is God The one buried, then risen And now exalted above
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