First there was the 'fable of the bull'

told by the picador 

Then an Orwellian raping of a virgin apple core

An apple core an apple core an apple

Core an apple core an apple



Next our minds were supping up the horrors

that our vicious master's whip

Was serving us in rituals nefariously hip

Wickedly hip wickedly hip wickedly

Hip wickedly hip wickedly



I had to don a disguise to see her slinking down

the snaking hallways to her chamber

But I wasn't prepared to encounter the vision 

Of she and It engaged in defiling of the sacred

In an instant her face became so plaintive 

And I watched as she transformed

into the Black Amaranth 



The next morning I espied

in a window framed in brass

The story of her condemnation

portrayed in the stained glass

In the stained glass

in the stained glass in the stained

Glass in the stained glass in the stained

Glass