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Weakest of the brood

I have become a priest

Bullshit provides my food

Useless at the least

Yes i did my mother proud

Yes i did my father proud

Steady i lead my sheep

Never going too deep

Bullied as a child

So now face my revenge

Honour me i'll treat you mild

Oppose me and you'll feel the wrench

In my work for servitude

I take what i can get

I prey on destitute

And i'm getting rather fat

Fairy tales

Fantastic stories

Always enchanting me

Perfect stupidity

Empty spirits

Perfect herding

Empty merits

I received the sight of light

Even though i see shite

I abuse with ritual fear

Servants i rape all i want

My life is rather dear

Of power i am rather fond

You can find me anywhere

Division man the dining bear