Where the Lamb meets the King

No one can meet the king
Whilst naked, not even
The prince of darkness
And the prefect of
the one headlight

So, keep a good set of hair
Rosie, and always carry a lot
But for goodness sake
Whatever you do do
Don’t bury yourself
Up on foreign soil

Likewise, to the slaughterhouse
Do not despise lions in lambs clothing
There will be blood for sure
Just get in there, behind

For without death or seperation
No one could see properly
The ghoti king at twenty five past
The witching hour

Where the Lamb meets the King

Lore and Oida (The Plume)

Kingston Heights, New Zealand

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