May Day

Herded

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Sheep herded

By the snapping dogs,

The sound of sheers,

A setup path.

Sheep herded

By their master’s yell;

Their taste of fear

Impending doom.

Sheep herded

And they dare not stray;

They feel canine saliva

Dampening their tales.

Sheep herded

While one manages to break

And falls under smell of powder;

Leaving acrid death behind.

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And a special, blog-only vilainelle
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The sheep, the sheep are coming here
To turn our skins into a coat
They’re angry, they’ve forsaken fear
From all the brutal times we’ve gone and sheared
Perhaps, perhaps we’ll get a boat
The sheep, the sheep are coming here!
For this madness there’s no earthly cure
Except, on Styx forever float
They’re angry, they’ve forsaken fear
Our organs are the next frontier
The chance of life is quite remote
The sheep, the sheep are coming here!
They’ll tear us up from feet to ear
Make nightstands with our severed throats
They’re angry, they’ve forsaken fear
Their hatred is the most sincere
The book on killing they have wrote.
The sheep, the sheep are coming here!
They’re angry, they’ve forsaken fear.
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