Daughter of God
Your mind once free and strong,
your body immersed in flourishing land.
Tender hands that touched my soul,
tortured, disowned in mad ambition.
Daughter of God,
giving life,
a piece of heaven your bosom
warm like the summer.
The gleam in your eyes,
the truth of your lips.
It was envy that fanned the witch hunting madness.
Flee with me bride
from the wicked men´s camp.
In souls pregnant with evil
wisdom won´t dwell.
A temple only owned by males,
the temple of God cannot be.
Your cry, Mother Earth
sounds through our nights.
your daughters hair once swayed
so calmly in the draught.
They worship themselves in God Father and Son
disowning creation,
their life dwindles away. (Marion Albrecht)
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