That which is has tried, and tried again-
To send messengers to the human sheep their ways to mend-
Each and every time the messenger has stood alone-
Before the sheep murdered the messenger and partied on-
The jackal bend the herd animals ear to the alluring tune-
Of self gratification, perverted desires, written in Rune-
Of which the sheep can not understand the meaning of-
Herds of cowards, without honor, without truth, without true Love-
When they pray for deliverance from their magnitude of evil-
The ones sent to guide them to safety the sheep label as not “civil”.
The raw and bleeding truth is too much for faint hearts to see-
So they murder the messenger, then wonder why a savior was not sent to be-
The sacrificial lamb so they can party on without regret-
So they can in abandon eat their cake, but have it yet
Protected from the harsh winds of karma and evil birds come home to roost-
So without reservation, but sadly, the Four Horsemen were turned loose-
The Ole dog!
