Gaze upon the sheep of Earth
None of which have names.
All numbered to be counted
While their leaders slumber, tame.
They all have judging farmers
To herd them through a door.
Within which a wall is built
To stop them from learning more.
Rendering them imbeciles,
They line them up against the wall.
How many have been shaved,
And made to feel they're small?
Where one sheep goes, the others follow,
For this is what they're taught.
To step out of line is blasphemy,
For which a penalty is sought
They all think the same,
For that is all they know.
But the time has come to change this.
All the sheep must become wolves.
