Upheavel froth
Rebel against all the world with vigour
Soul gives a start that´s bigger
Cool rhythm
I tell the wind to blow you warm fart hacks off
To close your unholy sewers
Rebel against with complete fevor without fear
Truth´s hammer you all swerve
Write my name in your black book
Never praise me and speak of me with shame
Divide the same way into your socialspot games
It was I preparing nails and wood
For heaven has a stairwell
Most climb up though I have to kick a few off
Sheep paste is squashed and rejected
Lowlife phases turn into peasant routines
The shepards staff is heavy yet I wield it.
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