If you wish to be sheep, so be it.
Turn your other cheek to the wolf,
As we prey!
As blood soils cracked skin
I tire of your bastard kind!
Your choice is to be meat
In a bone-saw world.
Turn your other cheek.
As we do unto others!
By treasuring defeat,
Reveling in frailty
Loss is all you'll ever feel.
So you just take it, and take it good.
As we grow horns!
Your choice is to be meat
In a bone-saw world.
Turn your other cheek.
As we do unto others!