There was this sense of wisdom and a hitchhiker with long hair
and a group of dehydrated animals asking for prayer
we are made of flesh and bone with lonely despair
don’t kill the animal the preacher cried
the mother was there
now the mother looks over
and tells the child it is fair
the preacher walks up and has a few words to share
a stranger found in the dark holding
holding whats to be seen a shiny silverware
preacher mumbling verses
but the killer don’t care.
- newagerebel
