Moo
Moo did I scream.
Moo did I plead.
Moo did I moo and Moo I did I did.
He who don't heed.
To him I plead and bleed.
Ye my skin too, it did, it did, it bleed.
My sins i did not feel.
For when I let out milk.
And now it's late to heed.
But then the king, he picked - My calls.
But him I did not call.
Instead twas my hated King.
And grant a me a chance, to bail from death and back. And Now decree I be am back, A strangely cow from hell.
Beheld, in awe - the sheeps. For they cannot fathom. A bessy of dairy breed.
Had a soul but now a phantom. Dizzy to all who saw. The skin of pure distraught. Two fourths of body hollow. And yet I walked and talked.
For a cow who'd moo and milked, now talk was raised undead.
'No' they're thoughts I know.
Know'' you're thots I saw.
They'd pleaded and called.
They'd had had a soul.
A whore in life and all.
Their cunts it burned my nose
And why , a me, a moo, did he? !hath sent aback.
Is it to moo or boo?.
Or to feed intellect.
Little did I know,
In my fifth moons and days.
The King was heaven sent.
He too was vile, and he betrayed.
The fool was trapped with whores and hoes and thots and colds and sloths and foes.
He did not sent me back. The father did it instead. To warn the sheeps and fools.
Of what is heaven sent. Ugly or unholy, for there a lesson dwelt.
In sheets I cover thee. At least to appease. For looks did sheeps judge and in looks I'd not appeal. Uncanny I be at most to wear the ordinary looks.
Still they didn't heed my calls, but not all in all
For one, it asked my fall. And all I answered all. To save a single soul. At least I felt at peace. For whores and thots and all, they sinned and poured and filled. But sins are fun and all. But a limit to all befalls.
A moo, a me, a bessy.
Thought without a soul, for now I save a soul, for now I am Un-falled.
To all who not hath heard, to you I moo not boo and moo until you heard.
A song for you who'd fall. A moo, I mooed for all.
Moo did I scream.
Moo did I plead.
Moo did I moo.
Moo I did I did.