Corpus delicti
Take the sheep to ark
Watch as their world falls apart
Uproot and ground them
Watch them fall back down again
Calling the shots from a bronze desk
Knowing the outcome is rejection at best
Playing God on your thrown
Made of cadavers of those you threw below
Your reckless ways you hoped would amend fate
You found have only tested faith
A vaccine cant inoculate the tears you've caused
It can't replace the lives that were lost
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