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Leviticus, Chapter 15. from the Old Testament |
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When any man hath an issue out of his flesh. |
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Because of that issue he is unclean. |
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Every bed whereon he lieth is unclean |
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and everything whereon he sitteth, unclean. |
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And whosoever toucheth his bed shall be unclean, |
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And he that sitteth whereon he sat shall be unclean. |
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And he that toucheth |
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the flesh of the unclean |
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Becomes unclean. |
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And he that be spat on by him unclean |
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Becomes unclean. |
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And whosoever toucheth anything under him |
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shall be unclean. |
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And he that beareth any of those things |
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shall be unclean. |
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And what saddle soever he rideth upon is unclean |
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And the vessel of earth that he toucheth, unclean. |
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And if any man's seed of copulation go out from him, |
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he is unclean. |
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Every garment, every skin whereon is the seed, unclean. |
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And the woman with whom this man shall lie |
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shall be unclean. |
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And whosoever toucheth her will be unclean. |
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This is the law of the plague: |
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to teach when it is clean and when it is unclean. |
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And the priest shall look upon the plague |
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for a rising, and for a scab, and for a bright spot. |
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And the priest shall shut up he that hath the plague. |
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He shall carry them forth to a place unclean. |
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He shall separate them in their uncleaness. |
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This is the law of the plague: |
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To teach when it is clean and when it is unclean. |
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excerpt from Psalm 22 |
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Many bulls compass me, Lord |
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Strong bulls of Baashah do beset me round. |
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They gape me with their mouths |
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as a ravening and a roaring lion. |
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But thou, O Lord, shall bring them down. |
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Thou shalt bring them down into the pit of destruction |
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greedy and deceitful men shall be exposed as vermin |
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And their days as iniquity. |
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excerpt from Psalms 58 and 59, |
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and text by Diamanda Galas |
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Deliver me from mine enemies, O My God |
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Deliver me from the workers of iniquity |
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and save me from bloody men. |
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For lo, they lie in wait for my soul |
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The mighty are gathered against me |
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not for my transgressions, not for my sin, O Lord |
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They run and prepare themselves without my fault |
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Awake to help me and behold: |
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Swords are in their lips, for who, say they, doth hear. |
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But thou, O Lord, shall laugh at them |
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The God of my mercy shall let me see my desire |
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upon mine enemies |
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And at evening, let them make a noise like a dog. |
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and go around about the city |
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Let them walk up and down for meat |
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and grudge if they be not satisfied. |
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Break out the great teeth of the young lions, |
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Oh My God, |
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and when they laugh at the trial of the innocent |
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Let them be cut as in pieces! |
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Bring them down, O Lord, our shield. |
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text by Diamanda Galas |
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The Devil is an impotent man |
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He says it nice and plays himself off as the friend. |
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He tries to make you uncertain |
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so your hands shake |
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and then he tells you you're insane |
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when you call him by his rightful name: |
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Impotent homophobe and coward! |
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So you will miss when you aim at this evil man |
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who cannot get it up |
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except |
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in the T.V. public operating room |
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of another man's misfortune! |