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Month: March 2015

To the Shears


Sheep to the shear
A harvest of fear
In our darkest hours
this machine still turns it’s gears
What did you think you’d find?
This grinder, grim reminder.
All the pain of these final years
Aye of these final years
Left to find it, dignify it, sanctify it
They’re nothing but witches come to steal your soul
leaving you bottomless filling an endless hole
They’re nothing but vampires, bleeding out me and you
You’re nothing but nothing
If nothing is all you’ll do

Sheep to the Shears

They’re nothing but witches come to steal your soul
leaving you bottomless filling an endless hole
They’re nothing but vampires, bleeding out me and you
You’re nothing but nothing
If nothing is all you’ll do

Sheep to the Shear

One day the butchers blade takes your life instead of wool
No more do you produce no more your coat so lush and full
no more your yearly yield and so the blade will fall
And what will you remember when the butcher comes to call?

Sheep to the Shear

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