You’re so beautiful - They said;
To be - King - of a farmstead
Is such a treasured rank?
They’ll spoil you! with spoiled milk.
On Heaven’s Gates you fix your eyes
Chin deep - in dripping mud;
Not wine - is poured - from shiny Skies
But sweeter, purer Blood.
King of a Farmstead
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