| Why, Poseidon
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| I suppose you are the closest thing I happen to have
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| To a beginning
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| Why, Poseidon
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| I suppose there was no way to know what had to happen
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| When you released my father
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| In the form of a bull
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| From the foam of the sea
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| In the form of a bull
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| From the foam of the sea
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| In the form of a slick white bull
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| From the slick white foam of the sea
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| Why, Poseidon
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| I suppose you never chose for me to live this way
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| So I forgive you
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| As I would have forgiven you anyway
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| But I have so many questions!
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| Was his colour inspired by mother of pearl?
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| Did you fashion his hide from pieces of coral?
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| Did the horns come from skeletons of men that you swallowed in
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| Storms?
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| Or did you just summon up the very first animal that swam into
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| Your skull?
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| Oh, why, Poseidon
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| Why a white bull?
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| Why?
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| And why would you make him so lovely
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| Then wonder why the sacrificer couldn‘t draw back the blade
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| Did you want him to break that promise he made
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| So he would burn, burn in his bathhouse grave
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| This is what I have
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| Black mud
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| Grey stone
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| Walls
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| Halls
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| Corners
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| Bones
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| This is what you have
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| The entire colourful open sea
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| This is what I do
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| Sit
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| Wait
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| Murder
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| Eat
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| This is what you do
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| You don’t let things be
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| You don’t let questions just hang in the spray
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| You make angels
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| And they make monsters
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| Was his colour inspired by mother of pearl?
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| Did you fashion his hide from pieces of coral?
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| Did the horns come from skeletons of men that you swallowed in
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| Storms?
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| In the form of a bull
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| From the foam of the sea
|
| In the form of a bull
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| From the foam of the sea
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| In the form of a slick white bull
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| From the slick white foam of the sea
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| Why, Poseidon?
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| Why, Poseidon?
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| I suppose there was no way to know what had to happen |