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The dogs circle 'round hungrily
Snarling at the mass outside.
These mutts think that they're better than thee
And this hunger shall stay denied

The Crowd sits above the pit
Jeering at the Canines, proud.
When the seeming gates of Heav'n emit
A fair lamb that was white as a cloud

The dogs pulled their lips back in a smile
And threw back their heads in a laugh
For why would they become so vile
To eat the lamb and become chaff?

That is when the lamb had said,
"No please, do not eat me, you dogs!
I do not wish to see you fed
By mine entrails and not a hog's"

But what she did next was most strange
She donned herself with flesh of swine
And pranced before them to drange
For it was food that they did pine

"You beasts I beg you; set me free!"
She cried into the drooling pit.
"I'm not the size a sheep should be;
My wool is not yet good to knit."

The wolves did not see her as food
But what it was that she had worn
The smell the meat gave off was good
And now the dogs hungered for more

With their piety now dissolved;
The hunger now that drove them wild.
Temptation that need be resolved
They pounced upon that fair lamb mild

The dogs tore the lamb, limb from limb
Blood spilled upon that cursed ground
And with that gory sight so grim
There was no purity to be found

Oh don't you see, you wretched man?
Your lives are strongly steeped in sin
Is this some part of some vile plan
To make this whole world your dogpen?

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