Diamanda Galás
This is the law of the plague
When any man hath an issue out of his flesh,Because of his issue he is uncleanEvery bed whereon he lieth is uncleanAnd everything whereon he sitteth, unclean.And whosoever touches his bed shall be unclean,And he that sitteth whereon he sat shall be unclean.And he that touches the flesh of the unclean becomes unclean,And he that be spat on by him unclean, becomes unclean.Strong bulls of Bã'-shân do beset me round.They gape upon me with their mouths,As a ravening and a roaring lion.But thou, O Lord, shall lapit them,Thou shalt bring them down into the pit of destructionGreedy and deceitful men shall be exposed as verminAnd their days as iniquity.And whosoever touches anything under him shall be unclean.And he that beareth any of those things shall be unclean.And what saddle soever he rideth upon is uncleanAnd the vessel of earth that he touches, unclean.Deliver me from mine enemies,Defend me from them that rise up against me.Deliver me from the workers of iniquity,And save me from, save me from bloody men.SongtexteFor lo, they lie and wait for my soul:The wicked are gathered against me;Not for my transgression, not for my sin, O Lord.They run and prepare themselves without my help, without my fault:Awake to help me and behold.Swords are in their lips: for who, say they, doth hear?But thou, O Lord, shall laugh at them.The God of my mercy shall let me see my desire upon mine enemies.And at evening let them make a noise like a dog,and go around about the city.Let them look up and down for meat, andGrudge if they be not satisfied. Break out the great teeth of the young lions,Break out the great teeth of theYoung lions, and when they laugh at the trial of the innocentLet them be cut and in pieces!And if any man's seed of copulation go out from him, he is unclean.Every garment, every skin whereon is the seed, unclean.And the woman with whom this man shall lie will be unclean.And whoever touches her will be unclean.This is the law of the plague,To teach when it is clean and when unclean.The Devil is an impotent manHe says it nice and plays himself off as the friendHe tries to make you uncertainSo your hands shakeAnd then he tells you you're insaneWhen you call him by his rightful name:Impotent homophobe and coward!So you will miss when you aim at this evil manWho cannot get it upExceptIn the T. V. public operating room of another man's misfortuneAnd the priest shall look upon the plague.For a rising and for a scab and for a bright spot.And the priest shall shut up he that hath the plague.He shall carry them forth to a place unclean.He shall separate them in their uncleanness.This is the law of the plague:To teach when it is clean and when it is unclean.
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