Moriah

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Me wanted You to sacrifice Your Son,

To bind Him up with Ropes and light the Fire,

To show that Me not He will be the One,

To light Your life, to be Your Heart's desire.

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You stole My Heart away from Him once more,

The billionth time, it's true, Me must confess,

Each time is new--the Room, the Bed, the Door,

Each time is bliss and pain, Love's sweet duress.

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You brought Your Son to Me that winter night,

A Boy in love with You, a Dove, a Lamb,

Why did I not release You both in flight,

As I released My Lover Abraham.

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Your Son is dead now, and Our Love is, too,

And Ice is in My Heart, black Ice and blue.



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