I will not
to be measured by man
ruled by
those killers of well-spring
daughters turned doubters
wrung dry of belief
blighted aliens
a Jubilee!
a coup!
from measured madness
a desert flood
by tears
for a God sorely missed
robes torn, heads dusted
thorns pressed crown to brow
wonder working power
we will to bleed for this:
to live again
wet in rain
wet in life
wet in blood
in belief's full heart
we will to will less
to be measured
yes, ruled
by God and not men