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Those simple masters
corralling their prey.
Their emerald eyes shine brightly,
against skies lined with coal.
How tightly they pull the blindfold.
How reverent their speeches.
So very gray and numbing.
Sing, my friends.
Let us sing for them.
As we're led blindly into eternity
by our simple masters,
corralling their prey.