The altar was smiling...
The ram was bleeding....
The moon was dark....
The mood so stark.....
No pain, No despair....
Not a single soul to spare....
Grovelling in the dust..
dieing but a must.....
Lead me on...
but where?
Where questions have no answers...
Where differentiation is alien..
where love is pure..
But what is pure he he...
The king came down
Some say as a beast...
Some say as a messiah...
Answers,they elude me..
Forever maybe..
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