She to Patriachy

She was free

Minding her business, loving all the men

Until he came along

To show her something new

And she was curious she followed

Like a fool in a tarot deck

This is not magic island

Here it is another ball game, another sick game, another war game

Get your words ready, ink ready, herbs and spice ready

Get your rosary beads and holy water

Call his name and cast them out

This is as real as a Princess bound in black garb

Hiding from herself, the world, his voice, his fears

Purification, Prostration, submission, chants,

Purification, prostration, submission, chants,

Purification, prostration, submission, chants

Don't try to understand THIS

She is water and fire, earth and spirit

She's older than your false deity

Don't be fooled by her gentle smile, seeming unsure steps in the world

She's a fountain of living waters and guided by Sophia

She will not be bound by your religion, perversion, male privilege, insecurities

She is not your baby girl

Your exotic fantasy

To assault her is to destroy you!

Hey listen!

Tick tick your time is short tick tick your time is short tick tick tick...