Up and out I stretch my neck
On the guillotine
Exposing my spleen
Grab the wrist straps - panting starting
Lay down my head for its daily parting
A humble offering
A sacred marching up the long hill
Towards the cross
I take my place
O sacred space
Lift up my face with no disgrace
Shame removed
Unmoved and unwavering
I stand my ground on a rock that I found
My name is called
Enthralled I respond
To carry a cross
And stretch my neck to One unseen
Across the old guillotine
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