Dead of the Corn
Said through clenched pallet cleft
Straight right out of left field
Came the wind a calling for a
sacrificial sacrifice
To appease the dog god's of war
straining and bitting to be unleashed
Upon the fallen led astray and breached
From some or other unknown entity
but quite obviously sent from high
on up
If for no other reason than to make
the numbers of today's death count up
Why on earth I do not know that wasn't
part of the deal
The deal was simply this if you don't
or are not prepared to choose amongst
and between yourselves
Then we will simply have to go ahead
and do it for you as you see we currently
are
For if you build it we will come and the
price for coming is
Dying dead then death not everlasting
breath
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