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zeroes
the stillness, the quiet
hand around my heart
dying
but i think
that i can blend right in
no one will notice will they?
outside is all
i have ever been
we are all diseased
and i swear
i slept
in the same house
as the zero
wolf among the sheep
the children
the children
they sipped from
his fingers
one by one by one
by one
cold eyes, sanctified
a soft kill
a gentle death
each and every one
lambs. led to slaughter
by the shepherd
his crook, twisting them in kind
some turning to
running with the weeds
some were fighters
rejecting his disease
at least the one they could
such a shepherd
leading them across the great divide
and back again
to an outpost
at the edge of a kingdom
under a golden wing
hidden from sight
the shepherd
lived out his sick desires
beneath the robe of god
on cobblestone streets
the children scraped dying knees
and began to grow
some went wild
sowing blighted seeds
for the good of humanity
helping cull the herd is always supported
'fore it leaves the vile ones
that much more to eat
hand around my heart
dying
but i think
that i can blend right in
no one will notice will they?
outside is all
i have ever been
we are all diseased
and i swear
i slept
in the same house
as the zero
wolf among the sheep
the children
the children
they sipped from
his fingers
one by one by one
by one
cold eyes, sanctified
a soft kill
a gentle death
each and every one
lambs. led to slaughter
by the shepherd
his crook, twisting them in kind
some turning to
running with the weeds
some were fighters
rejecting his disease
at least the one they could
such a shepherd
leading them across the great divide
and back again
to an outpost
at the edge of a kingdom
under a golden wing
hidden from sight
the shepherd
lived out his sick desires
beneath the robe of god
on cobblestone streets
the children scraped dying knees
and began to grow
some went wild
sowing blighted seeds
for the good of humanity
helping cull the herd is always supported
'fore it leaves the vile ones
that much more to eat
Published 2nd Mar 2011
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