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O General, O Honeybee put down your weapons and follow me the war is over and you have won but now the battle has just begun
One for the tent peg I put in his head and two for the violence that happens in bed and three for the children that you’ll never have and four for the girl that you were
900 chariots 10,000 men and all that I wanted was to see you again Sisera’s mother and Sisera’s slaves and a glass of warm milk on Sisera’s grave.
Sometimes I live in the desert and sometimes I live by the sea and sometimes I look in the mirror and I can’t stand the face that I see
And so when the enemy came to my door and begged me to take him inside part of me wanted to save him as I drew the curtain aside.
An ancient story of beauty, violence, and milk. A song in Yael’s voice, to Deborah (with cameos by Deborah and Sisera’s mother) (Judges 4-5).
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