Give to Trump what is pomp

Give to caesar what is caesars

Jesus

Making progress in warfare on what I hold dear

And that, the Holy Spirit manifest in Pride,

Sweeping tide, limbs appear, flags held aloft

The moon, claim my soul, as I stand with pride

On a battlefield, scene of my many corpses

They feed, with two arms, two legs, I know I’m lesbian,

Human in truth, and dead, held aloft the moon, my compass

And rise again, in spirit, I fight with a spirit for life

They said it’s a mirror, held back in illusion,

The distortion of my lesbianism, they said, was a reflection,

But I saw the mysterious moon her love shone thru it,

And I know, tis no mirror of me, their lies are made

Clear on the TV, they’ll not keep me in my “place” I’m me

So I’ll take my hips back, they belong to g, standing

In pride, the only battle inside, is a parade gainst human

Rights, gainst god, a celebration of pomp, a lie