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Mendacious sheep flock that stole your real face
They dressed you in precious robe and
Covered your pain with false majesty
Sheathed your heart with rails of lying light
And conformed your words to their weakness
They placed you against us
The murderer's faeces contain more divinity
Than your blessed altar
Mendacious sheep flock that stole your real face
They dressed you in precious robe and
Covered your pain with majesty
They sheathed your heart with rails of lying light
And conformed your words to their weakness
They placed you against us
The wolf's howling groans in their prayers
The murderer's faeces contain more divinity
Than your blessed altar
