Wednesday, March 14, 2012


Every woman needs to be chosen
I've come to this conclusion
That it's every woman
All of them

They all are chosen
By He whose crimson grace ran from his wrists
Drips down to our heads beneath

By choice, some come to know Him
Are awaken to being already chosen
Others wait, chosen-less

The ones who live chosen
Are sometimes chosen again
The others don't breathe right
Until that ring is given

I pray for the day
When Earth's rules are broken
When all of us, together
Share the same Selector