The judas sheep up the slaughter-house ramp leads her kindred to die
Yet as a reward for her act of treachery a long life she'll enjoy
The slaughter bound sheep trusted her to lead but she led them to their death
She does not have a sense of right or wrong or a sense of regret.

Tomorrow she will lead more sheep to their deaths and the day after that the same
She is not born with a sense of guilt or with a sense of shame
The slaughter men to save themselves exhaustive work exploit her for her natural need
For many sheep are born as followers and few are born to lead.

In the Human World are born leaders too just like the judas sheep
And for themselves and their close kin huge financial rewards they reap
But humans have a sense of right and wrong and a sense of guilt and shame or so we have been told
And some of our leaders are far more narcissistic and at heart far more cold

Than the poor innocent judas sheep one without a sense of sin
Each day to their deaths up the slaughter ramp she calmly leads her kin
To where the slaughter men for her followers wait she always leads the way
She is doing what she was born to do and she does that every day.

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