The Beast of Burden

Haa! Yee! Haa! Yee! O! Haa! Yee!
 I hear the cry,
I feel the burden,
Could it be the burden of proof?
Water! Water! Water!
No, it isn't!

Help! Help! Help!
 What is going on?
Move away! Step aside!
 The leopard! The bear!
Aaa'aa'ah! giggling aloud;
 I am here to stay.

Gburu! Gburu! Gba! Gba! Gba!!
The lion! The horny lamb!
Who will deliver us?
Left! Left! Left! Right! Left! Right!
Carry it! Put it down!
 Whip! Whip!

Am finished, Am finished; Yee!!!
 This is just the beginning,
 Who can stop me?
I, "The dragon, The mortal wound;
 The beast that was wounded by sword,
 The Goliath that lived.

 I will pluck out your eyes,
Your groin will be served as breakfast,
 I will surrender your intestine to the scavengers,
And your blood, to the blood sucking monsters;
You are mine, Mine forever.

 I have no master,
I was once with Him,
I once acknowledged Him,
Now, the line has been drawn.

I know my boundary,
This is my kingdom,
 And the king is on the throne.

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