We Wilder Then


Me flooded My Creation in My rage,

Me told You: Drink the Sweat from Your Son's Brow,

Me told You: Cut Your Tongue, Cross Out Your Page,

Me younger then, Me older than that now.

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Me sinned with laws severe, implacable,

Me sinned with spirit cloaking hate-filled vow,

Me sinned in war, in Cities sackable,

Me felt regret.  No more!  Me pledged my Trow.

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We sang in Joy by Gihon's rushing flow,

With Babel's Beauties Me did plow My Plow,

My Trumpet felled the Walls of Jericho,

We wilder then, We tamer than that now.

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So am Me sorry for what Me have done?

Me am, and Me am not.  Me did have fun.






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