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COMEITH
COMITH
It's still coming
Of that I have no doubt
Rabid and foaming
He pushes his mount
He came from the ground
Ashamed of the sky
To plunder and pillage
It wants you to die
No pity nor shame
It's owed to him
By birth right alone
Nevermind his name
So take and knee
Bow your head
Partake in my flesh
Your Daily bread
It's still coming
Of that I have no doubt
Rabid and foaming
He pushes his mount
He came from the ground
Ashamed of the sky
To plunder and pillage
It wants you to die
No pity nor shame
It's owed to him
By birth right alone
Nevermind his name
So take and knee
Bow your head
Partake in my flesh
Your Daily bread
Published 17th Jun 2021
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