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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