Old Norse Prayer
Birgitta Jonsdottir, Bill Hardesty, & Gabriel Walker
3:11The sun has burnt my roasting skin And shriveled up my cotton hair And stoked a fire deep within I will not die cause you want me to. A thousand secrets, cries and songs Have puffed my cherry colored lips Dried out my throat and made me strong I will not die cause you want me to. The smell of blood and iron and tears Flared up my wide protruding nose I smell the shit, the pain, the fears But I will not die cause you want me to. Am I so different Am I so wrong Am I so scary Am I so bad Am I worth killing Am I not human Am I Am I Your knee upon my breaking spine May take my body from my soul But I will live in shouts and cries In pens and tears and riots too In peace, unrest and memory I will not die cause you want me to. I will not die cause you want me to.