Calling Out


Sister with cardash n what
They harden their necks
I cried violence and spoil
One time to the breech
The treasures of the kings
Let not the day
Wherein my mother blessed
One time to the tree
Be consumed with shame
perpetual hissing
I stood before the to speak
One time to the bridge
By force of the sword
His ears shall tingle
Put him in stocks
Lord save me
The soul of the poor
Sing unto the lord
Smite him with the tongue
Lord save me

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