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Blessed are the meek

But that is not us

Blessed are the weak

As they make a fuzz

One day a week

Their brains grow another layer of moss

Blessed are the meek

But that is not us

Steaming skin

Dynamite in the heart

Never to be torn apart

In the wind

Smoke bellows from the fire

For freedom, a burning desire

Blessed are the meek

But that is not us

Blessed are the weak

As they make a fuzz

One day a week

Their brains grow another layer of moss

Blessed are the meek

But that is not us

Shot in the head

Revenge cold, served at last

Explosive was the blast

Brain and skull

Artistry, bloody gore

And his wife too, nevermore

Blessed are the meek

But that is not us

Blessed are the weak

As they make a fuzz

One day a week

Their brains grow another layer of moss

Blessed are the meek

But that is not us

Blessed are the meek