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born in sheeps blood plain and simple
washed out of my mothers temple
all around i heard them laughing
as father sheep had stood there calving
black they were with white eyes gleaming
right in leaven life was seeming
brittle wind blew snow upon me
i got blanketed all white and frosty
in my time i grew and killed them
or out of memory i willed them
and willed in a greater history
out of massacre and mystery
was no longer wealthy, wholly
nor anything i could grasp fully
someone rush to re-inject me
gods of gods wont you protect me?
fixed my face and marching onward
marching running ever forward
buildings were a blood vessel
edging me below the trestle
there in coal and whitened gravel
i built a shield of wooden baffle
inside of which i raised a fire
so i could tonight retire
everyone will tell you its evil to be
a free-thinking p*cker like bonny old me
but ill flex my armies and blow out my gut
and prove ill be loved by any old sl*t
look here in my wallet, its loaded and true
and now we can leave here
and go and find you