The Dogpen

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?