| This is a terrific tale
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| Of fiction and fact
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| Depiction and confliction, back
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| When your religion was original
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| Didn’t you know
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| There was a shepherd
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| He had three sons
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| A herd of dirty sheep
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| He protected three hundred acres
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| His land spanned wide
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| His sons divided three ways
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| The night that man died
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| The eldest felt this
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| Opportunity to rise
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| While the one in the middle still cried
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| The little one held his father’s staff HIGH
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| Cursed the sky, kissed the ground
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| Shouted loud as he could «The world is mine!»
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| Drew a line
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| Told his brothers to never cross
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| And they did the same
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| Not even knowing what it cost them
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| Days are years
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| Years millennia
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| Here’s what your religion is
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| Gimme yours, gimme his
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| Division is wide
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| Trinity’s lost and blind
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| I wanna find it
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| It remind of what a penny cost
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| The sons of the shepherd
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| Separated the flock
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| Every day that they watched them graze
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| They started to plot
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| Against one another
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| And since the younger brother
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| Dispensed with brotherly bond
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| And he responded swift
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| Speedily immediately he would lift
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| One of the other brother’s sheep
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| If ever the stray they would drift
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| And give a gift to his self
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| Thinking of ruling the tribes
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| He would connive
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| To ruin the lives
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| Of his own blood
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| As his plot increased
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| The eldest grew suspicious
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| And learned not to sleep
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| The second son turned to god and asked
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| «Why my brothers defy my fathers wish
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| And it shouldn’t be like this»
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| But learned that’s how it is
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| Hell bound
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| When he found his older brother drowned
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| In a well down below the pasture
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| Blow the horns in Zion
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| And warned them of the lion to come
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| At any cost
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| To be the boss
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| The youngest would pay
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| His brother learned
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| With his brothers death
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| And then turned
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| To his heart
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| To see if any love was left
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| Grabbed his staff
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| Gathered the flock
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| And covered his chest
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| With steel mesh
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| And searched the stretch of the land
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| Prayed to find his little brother
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| So he could remind him
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| That the shepherd
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| Shields the sheep from the leopard
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| And charged with this duty
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| Never kills to eat
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| When he told him this
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| His reply was that
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| «My father has died
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| And his land is divided
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| There’s not enough for us
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| So it is a must
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| That I make you suffer
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| Just because»
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| And that day
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| The brotherhood between the three brothers
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| No longer existed
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| And their story lives
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| By themselves
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| Days are years
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| Years millennia
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| Here’s what your religion is
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| Gimme yours, gimme his
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| Division is wide
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| Trinity’s lost and blind
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| I wanna find it
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| It remind of what a penny cost |