God says the price of freedom is blood
in the water and plague in the home and livestock
laying dead in the field and boils
on skin and frogs running wild and pestilence
locusts that herald a wave of famine
and cover the skies with hail and fire
and strangle their days with darkness.
And even God will walk the streets
one night and slay the firstborn sons
no angel — God will slay the sons
no seraph — the Holy One in Glory
who slays their sons and wakens a wailing
across the mightiest land louder
than ever before or again they will know
you steal a soul the price is blood.
