East west north south
In all the land of men
Winds of oppression cause cold
Rain of high-handedness drench
Sun of bullishness scorch
Feeble feel, speechless
Blacksheep nerves garvanize
Lungs air shape assaultic words
Blacksheep jump on grass
Grass greenish pale
Walk on fours
Trumpetic noise erupt
Tied lips untied from the old chains of mute
Blind eyes struck with the light of the sun
Secrets let to air and wind cease to blow.
Blacksheep bleat
Pathfind new way
Beyond control of cain
Tired shepherd follows
Docile sheep control to keep.
Blacksheep move the world
Of the docile sheep.
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