| Harbringer of death and slaughter —
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| (next time round you’ll be the slain)
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| Refuse the dying man your water —
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| (thirst when you come back again).
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| Don’t spare the rod don’t spoil the child —
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| (I hope you like to take a beating)
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| Feed your face while others starve —
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| (you'd better learn to not miss eating.)
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| Shining beaty — fair and wise,
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| Has served it’s time as dim an sallow
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| An honest judge seeks truth through eyes
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| Which once gazed lifeless from the gallows.
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| Hands that heal the sick and lame,
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| Long since held tools of inquisition.
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| Tongues which speak words true and sane
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| Have chanted sermons on perdition.
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| Cross the bridge that spans forever
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| Living thread of evermore.
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| Without begining ending never,
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| Living thread of evermore
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| See the footprints in the sand
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| Countless lifetimes gone before,
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| Point our path with unseen hands
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| The living thread of evermore.
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| From egg and sperm 'neath sticky sheet,
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| To ash and bone or maggot meat,
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| The way looks neither pleasant or too long
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| So have you stopped to wonder whether
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| If when weighted against a feather,
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| All your deeds appear so big and strong?
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| Cross the bridge that spans forever
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| Living thread of evermore.
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| Without begining ending never,
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| Living thread of evermore
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| See the footprints in the sand
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| Countless lifetimes gone before,
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| Point our path with unseen hands
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| The living thread of evermore.
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| Light and dark complete the circle
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| Find the yang to fit the Yin
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| Barren desert — lush green myrtle
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| Chase the wind to lift your wing
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| From egg and sperm 'neath sticky sheet,
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| To ash and bone or maggot meat,
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| The way looks neither pleasant or too long
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| So have you stopped to wonder whether
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| If when weighted against a feather,
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| All your deeds appear so big and strong?
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| Cross the bridge that spans forever
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| Living thread of evermore.
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| Without begining ending never,
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| Living thread of evermore |