I'm a stranger in a strange land
My feet are caked with mud
And I have blood on my hands

 

The story of my life
A thousand times it's been told
Just another broken man
Whose soul has been sold

 

Running headlong against the wind
I live out on the road again
There is no solace for this man

 

A million miles I have come
A million more will I go
I have been to Hell and back
This is the only life I know

 

Alone I rest my weary head
my Mother Earth is my bed
Every step I take, lost forever in the sand

 

I'm a stranger in a strange land
And I have blood on my hands
I pray to the sky
I beg the stars why
Nothing more can be found for this man

 

A million miles I have come
A million more will I go
I have been to Hell and back
This is the only life I know

 

Running headlong into the wind
I live out on the road again
There is no solace to be found for this man

 

I'm a stranger in a strange land
And I have blood on my hands
I pray to the sky
I beg the stars why
Nothing more can be found for this man

 

This is the only life I know
Sun and Moon pray for my soul
My story is written in the sand
I have blood on my hands
I'm a stranger in a strange land

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I saw you today, Goddess; A butterfly the color of the sun.
In that tower of steel and glass where I work,
I have never seen a butterfly in thirteen years,
But there you were; hanging outside the break room window,
Just observing me like butterflies never do.

 

For a long time now I have been in my cocoon, trapped.
I have sometimes wondered why you let me suffer.
Then I remembered that a long time ago as a child,
I tried to free a struggling butterfly from its prison.
Its wings never hardened, it never flew, and it died.
It is the struggle that makes us strong.

 

You were wise, my Lady.
It took me a long time
To make my metamorphosis.
Now I am a new creature.
I am ready to follow your lead.
Watch me spread my wings and fly.
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Tonight I dreamed I was a snake.
“I am serpent”, I said with a sibilant hiss, “sssserpent”,
Enjoying the sound it made.
My body moved in undulating waves, sliding sideways,
As I stretched out upon my belly on the earth.

I have become too large for my skin,
For I have caught knowledge in my coils,
And understanding has been my food.
I have become fat on the wisdom of the grandmothers.
It is time to burst forth from the bonds of flesh,
To escape the prison of this old constricting body
And for the scales of blindness to fall from my eyes.

I am the despised, forgotten and fallen woman.
I am she who refused to lie beneath the man.
I am she who is free to give her love where she wills,
And I am no slave – I give myself as I wish on my terms.
I am sister to the sorceress, to Circe and Medea.
I am Lilith, Magdalene, holy harlot, sacred whore.
I am the virgin mother of the god’s children.
I am the mother of the merry met child.

I am the dread demon goddess.
Call me Kali, Hecate, Astarte.
I am the great Serpent Goddess.
Call me Leviathan, Tiamat.
I am Oroborous, the soul of the world.
I open my mouth and swallow my tail,
Yet I am always whole.

Now my skin splits and I slither forth.
It is not painful at all, though my skin is new.
I am a creature born again,
Iridescent green, glowing, phosphorescent, glorious.