Stampede of a single lamb Runs not in circles created by man The dark locked door she will ram Opens a vortex of ability For humanity for the silence C dogstar swallows the scream Gravity whispers lullabies Pushes it down And takes the sleep throws shadows that vote in secret elections under the bed Paranoia erases the truth in one's head Stampede of a single lamb The fears the hopes It understands The Sun scratches at the windows Begging to be let in And pushes yesterday away Count backwards from ten Photons at the speed of light Without mass The Grass grows in Morse code On and on down that long winding road C dogstar strikes a cord To fall on the sword Stampede of a single lamb Through Forest through sand It commands
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