Pleased by a dance that robs your soul.
Making promises you should not make.
What shall I ask for?
What shall I ask for?
A question you gave power too.
A platter is asked for.
Not wealth, land, or status.
Revenge so sweet.
A bitter woman strikes out.
Greatly distressed, but you refuse to refuse.
Bring the platter at once.
How did I lose my soul?
Mark 6:17-29
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