Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away,
only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out, there may be dogs about.
I've looked over Jordan,
and I have seen things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the dangers not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader down well trodden corridors,
into the valley of steel.
What a surprise ! A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd.
I shall not want
He makes me down to lie.
Through pastures green
He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives
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