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I see a lion lying dead

a comb of honey in his chest

They say sweetness comes forth from the strong

But the bitterness, it flows from your tongue

I see a snail it's writhing in salt

His body an open wound for us to behold

When we were children we loved to torture

The helpless were never that virtuous

I see a jellyfish drying in the sun

Only it's skin remains when all is done

The bile in your veins flows to your head

Maybe we're all corrupted and better of dead

I see Jesus dying on his cross

Pharisees are weeping for his loss

They tried to build a temple from his corpse

But it turned out to be a Trojan horse

I see a lion lying dead

A comb of honey in his chest

They say sweetness comes forth from the strong

But bitterness, it flows from your tongue