Caught, stuck in trumped-up overwhelm
wine into water
i'll be my own jesus, but
i'll not let you crucify me anymore.
i can surrender, i can transform
turning wine into water
i'll be my own jesus, but
i won't wear your crown of thorns.
at odds with those who claim to know the master
turning wine into water
i'll birth my own jesus, but
i'll save myself, i'll rise faster...
than a holy ghost at a Baptist's wake
turning wine into water
turning divine into matter
turning death into life
turning hurt into prayer
turning wine into water
the Goddess' daughter.
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