He’s sold again.
Another Time.
That God’s a lamb.
He’s blessed the Crime.
He’s killed the Son.
He’s blacked the sun.
He was the first
To make the gun.
The shot of rum…
The shot of nail…
The shot of gun
To make us frail.
You’ll never see
The God. He’s done.
I think he’s shot
With Father’s gun.
Sold
© Copyright: Херонаки Такинадо, 2005
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