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The Hypocritical Goat
Not to be taken lightly, I burnt all my clothes Cut the tattoos off my back, tore pins from my nose Foraged for food particles, where wild beasts reposed Lapped water vapour off thorns, when the thirst arose My identity gone, I herded mountain goats Built a makeshift altar, one by one, slit their throats Looking to the heavens, chanting primeval quotes Tell me what to do, this sacrifice I devote But silence returned, I knew nothing else mattered The goats now all dead, my hands blooded and spattered A local tribe watched on, their souls not so shattered Idolised me, then to the four winds they scattered After two score and ten, they returned unforetold Carrying symbols, textbooks, diamonds, and gold Smiling in joy, I asked what stories they behold All wrote versions of my life in books, but mistold Some had butchered nations, said it was in my name Others brainwashed little children, feeling no shame The rest knocked on doors, telling lies they heal the lame Scamming billions of sesterces, their one true aim I condemned the lies, but was a very bad call They burst into laughter, and pointed to their haul Just then everything made sense, as I do recall Killing goats made me, the biggest scapegoat of all
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