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{chorus: let us break our bonds assunder} anne babson “ Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.” – Psalm 2:3 He shouted “hey, baby” again at me as I walked by, And that was when I picked the pipe up and hit him. She threatened me again with divorce, And so I called her a fat, ugly hippo. He called me into his office yet again for a lecture. I told him and the rest of the directors where to go. They took me out to lunch to discuss, as friends, my “issues.” I got up after salad and poured the carafe of red on their heads. Every time I see her she tries to make me feel guilty. That’s why I stopped calling my mother last year. They whipped me and stabbed me. That was when I forgave them. |
