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I WAS BORN IN THE WILDERNESS  IN A TENT OF BITTERNESS  ON A RUG OF NEW SHEEPSKIN  A DRY WIND BLEW  WE TRIED TO RALLY THE  UNSEEN HAND OF GOD  IT WOULDN'T SAVE  IN A RAGE, THE ARMY BEGAN  ATTACKING IN ROGUE WAVES  BUT ALL OUR POWER  IT DRIED UP IN PRIDE  OUR ENEMIES DROWN US IN BLOOD  WE STASH JOY IN THE SAND  IN SCABROUS, MUDDY HUTS  WE LANGUISHED BY THE NILE  TOO MANY OF US FELT  THE GREEDY CRACK OF A WHIP  ROWS OF GRAVES  WARN OF HIDDEN PLAGUES  A GOLD OX WEARING  A SUNDISK OVER ITS HORNS  CONVINCED AARON TO  REACH FOR A GOLDEN PROBLEM  HE SHOULD'VE BROUGHT  HIS WORRIES TO MOSES  FASTS SHAME STRENGTH  EVEN MEN PASS OUT  CHILDREN OFTEN CRY   RENT BY WORMS   TO HUNGER IS THE  KNIFE THAT CUTS WITH  A THOROUGH CRUELTY  NO FATHERS TO FEAST IN CANAAN  YEARS WANDERING GAINS  NONE OF GOD'S GRAIN  A TIRED SOUL W...