The Lamb of God . In springtime find a frisking kid Out upon the sprouting fields, Take it to a grove well hid, It will trust you, see now how it yields. . Place your claws upon its throat, Squeeze the neck with all your might, To this task you must devote Your strength, while holding the windpipe tight. . The lamb will bleat and cry a lot, Screaming like some insane machine, But once you launch this determined plot, You must stay firm until its death is seen. . And then, not waiting, rip the veins, To drink the blood still pulsing there, The best parts are the heart and brains, While the kidneys and liver are the most tender fare. . Then take your knife and flay the skin, This is the natural food for humans, So shove the pointed spit within And cook the flesh you soon will be consuming. . The Lamb of God, this tender dish, Will strengthen you to do His work, His blood fulfills your sacred wish, The power to fight a world gone berserk. Remember, you too are like the Lord, He died and shed His blood for you, Nailed and bleeding on a board, So you can kill and plunder others too. . His gentleness was His undoing, Observe His lesson if you are able, The sheep that bleat and cows out mooing, Are weak and destined for your dining table. . And you are the chosen of the Christ, Destroying the Earth and all Her creatures, Eating the part He sacrificed, Hypocrites disguised as holy preachers, . The Lamb of God upon your lips, Smacks of an evil sacrifice, His death upon your altar drips But you have never heard His sweet advice. . The gentle path He clearly taught, The sacred gift of love He made, You trapped and killed and now are caught, With an empty chalice and a bloody blade. . Copyright 2014 Jeffrey Armstrong All Rights Reserved
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 20:41:51 +0000
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