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
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