Gazing through the chain link Dreaming of them 'on the outs' They are out there Needing us Broken and torn
Bent under a burden of shame
Up on the tables Lost in men's laps
Wrapped around a pole
Spread wretched for all to use
Ragged and needle-tracked
Drunk, used and forgotten
Those are our women, men
How can we stand in the face of this
This ins not the way for us
That's my bride there The other one is yours
The mothers of our children to be
And here we sit seemingly helpless
But it is not so
If you will but listen
For this voice cries out From the wilderness I call Restoration! Life for us all!
Especially these daughters of Zion
What are we waiting for?
Let's hurdle the prison walls
And rush the enemy's camp
Let's reclaim our women form destruction
God gave them to us
But we are complicit in their degradation
Repent!
Hell yawns before you
But the gate to heaven is open
And the Father would show us The greatest party of all
Come with me, men, I'm going in
Devil be damned, I'm going to win
-Stephen Pursell, 6/24/02
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