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In the Land of Nod

And in the land of Nod I’ll wander
And bear the mark upon my head
Even though it makes me wonder
Why they’d rather see me dead?

Outside the camp I’ll pitch my tent
Blind to the sin upon my skin
Though I know my soul intent
Is with the Lord to be akin.

So with the witches I would burn
Still pondering upon my crime
If the good Lord did not adjourn
My birth, himself wash off my grime.

(written by a Sister who was alienated by her ecclesia due to being the victim of domestic violence)

This page was last updated November 2003