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A sheep has left the fold
Hoof beats go trotting, trotting
Up to heaven, bold
At the gates, knocking knocking

Sheep in wolfish clothes
Holy jaws are dropping
Up in Heaven’s hold

Plant my hooves, my hooks my books

Once upon a time
Heaven was a towered tower
Tethered in its pride
Castor’s grace is sour, sour

Thought the ink was dried
Hellish gardens flowered
Ivy to be climbed

Spread my filth, my wings, my weeds, my weeds

My fairest wheels are turning
Hark the angels wail
Bedtime is a-burning, burning
We’ve got grace for sale
How the worm is turning
Lay you down to sleep
With book-ed little stories
Count your missing sheep

Shed my skin, my fleece, my sin, my worms

They burrow up the line
Serpents in the branches, branching
Up those crooked vines
Vultures of a feather hatching
Circus lullabies
Carousels are ramping up to heaven

I raise my hell, my cane, my stakes, my snakes

Tongues, tongues, slither in the mud;
that’s how a carnival grows, my son.
Tongues, tongues, slither in the psalms;
that’s how a carnival grows!

All these fickle beasts
Heaven hath rejected, lapping
Glory from our teats
Each of them is tested, blessed
Cast out for your sin
Come here for redemption

We’ve got grace for cheap
We’ve got grace for cheap
Lest you end up bested,
lost and torn, to shreds, disected.

Tongues, tongues, slither in the mud,
slither in the mud, slither in the mud;
that’s how a carnival grows, my son.
That’s how a carnival grows.

Tongues, tongues, slither in the psalms,
slither in the psalms, slither in the psalms,
that’s how a carnival grows, my son.
That’s how a carnival grows.

Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Cross your heart and hope to die,
It’s off to hell we go.
Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Stick a needle in your eye,
It’s off to hell we go.

Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Cross your heart and hope to die,
It’s off to hell we go.
Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Stick a needle in your eye,
It’s off to hell we go.

Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Cross your heart and hope to die,
It’s off to hell we go.
Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Stick a needle in your eye,
It’s off to hell we go.

Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Cross your heart and hope to die,
It’s off to hell we go.
Fa la la, it’s off to hell!

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I know of love and thunder
Of sweet things and anger
I know of warmth and cold beds
Of promises and bad ends.
I know of you like I know of me
And I know that not everything is rose pink
And I wish I knew that you’d be gone by morning
To spare my fool heart the torment
Of knowing your lips on my lips
And your skin against my skin
And your heart beating the same symphony as mine.
And be damned you
vile creature wearing the skin of sheep
For giving me the knowledge
Of what it is to love somebody
Just to leave
As soon as the storm comes
And damn you
Because no one will ever love you like I did
And know, creature,
That I loved you most in every cold night and dark day
When you’d shed your sheep skin
And create thunder
And swear to the gods
That you didn’t love me
When oh,
love,
You did.
For I knew you
As I knew me.
—  P.R.  

Maybe the next time he moves too close to you and says, “It’s okay, I don’t bite”, bear your teeth and let him know that you do.

Maybe the next time he tells you “You aren’t made of magic,” take the sunlight from your skin and blind him.

Maybe next time he touches you with hate, ball up your fist with his darkness and give it back to him. You don’t have any room for it anymore.

He needs to learn that you’ve always been a wolf, and you’ve shed your sheep skin for the final time.

—  your wolves will fight for you

i just saw a picture of a sheep and it reminded me of when we used to have sheep at my countryside and one of the lambs was born on valentine’s day  so we named her valentina, but unfortunately her mother stepped on her leg right after she was born so she only had three fully functioning legs for the rest of her life. she did not live too long for a sheep, but she did have the time to grow up, and she was the friendliest and loveliest sheep i have ever met. i remember the day i found out she had died, i went to the sheep shed and cried for a little and the other sheep didn’t dare to touch me that day. afterwards i went to the garden and ate sweet peas