The Devil's Dance
The Devil's Dance
We're fixed under the glasses
Like lab-rats under the flashes;
And we plead for mercy
Behind our pitiful Jersey,
Seeking for empathy
With sorrows fluffy (enough).
Are you pity of us?
Are you thinking who we are?
Not lab-rats, not any other animal;
Who we are?
Half Human, half beast!
Yes, who are we?
We are those creatures
Who cared not the Creator
And did WHATEVER.
We stab Her bosom
Hurt to the fathom,
And killed Her broods
With a laugh very crude.
Yes, these we are
The proud monger
Selling our own conscience.