Or Give Me Death
Down the hill—
Cue the soldiers with their bugles,
The day is done
Gone is the sun
But it happened in the light of day.
Under the bridge,
My innocence was slain.
The Lord is my shepherd,
And I am the fattest lamb—
My bleats for my mother
Unheard through the wilderness.
Oh, to go where the warmth
Washes me—my salvation
Upon the slippery slope
Of slab and stone.
My Christian name lost in translation.
I still knew to capture the perpetrator.
I lost the battle—
I won the war:
He will not rot in anonymity.
The saints will come marching in
With a bounty on his head—
All they need is a name.
Take mine,
If you must.
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