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Sheep

distortions of grandeur and praise infect me and make me your slave tranquility is but a phase the sullen, the meek, the depraved like shying fleece on the barter delusions of ardor misplaced inject faith that enmity made in truths, she lay undressed, defaced the maiden, the sheep, the dismayed lead me across the graying plains she'll be the bliss beside the pain i lie prostrate in surrender herd the weak into paradise the needle is my new shepherd stain delirium onto their eyes like naked lambs to the slaughter these are the pastures the fields of mourners the grass of beggars meadows of paupers here grow the anguished the mired, the famished the livid brackish the passive tarnished lead me beneath your rusting staves these veins ache for the blight you gave watch the child playing on the altar dancing methamphetamine shivers acceptance deliverance i am your sheep this world's an abattoir i am your sheep feed me; this mind is yours

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