TAR

My body is the land of milk and Honey,

My soul is the Red Sea.

You made my hips into Masada,

You pretended not to hear my plea.

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My cheeks are a desert,

dry and scorched by the sun.

I trusted you as my Shepard,

But now you're the hunter I can't outrun.

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My thighs are the temple you sieged,

My defending walls were ravaged,

Evil has invaded where you breeched.

There's no where left for the sabbath.

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I was sacred Jerusalem before I knew you,

My stone was ancient and strong,

all prayers were loving and true.

Now I'm just a captive of Babylon.

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But Honey, listen to me closely,

I'm slowly trekking through the sand,

I remember what it once was to be holy,

I know that you're not the promised land.