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The Vampire VIII: Sheep

Shear the sheep
Before they shrink
They cannot withstand the rain

Cut them up 
And let them bleed
Let them know the meaning of pain

Gut them slowly
Sift through their innards
You’ll find their motives impure

And just in case 
You find in them good
At least in their death you’ll be sure

Now there’s no need 
To dread the slaughter
It’s to save you from yourself

How pathetic you are
To mingle with animals
To grant these ingrates your help

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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