Voluntary Victims

What kind of place is this /That we live / Where lambs walk obediently into the lions den /The blue lights stir fear is us /The gold badge commands obedience from us /The gun in the holster causes death for too many of us /I dream of days when lambs grow into ox-n’ buck back /Till then the w1ld ones covertly stalk the streets /Waiting for the chance to shed their wholly,itchy, camouflaged, skin /Becoming filthy animals once again

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Am i wrong?...Am i?..And the church said

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