Chapter 4

Famous people have famous poops
Powerful people have powerful poops
The poops from me and P'taah made dogs woof
hot or cool 
depends on 
how we woo
They dig hard like human mine gold
In bliss 
they bite our poops 
From hole to hole
woof! woof! 
Saviors' poops
Holy and divine
They cry under the moon



I am Rama 
A god feline 
like P'taah
A god like you
A god who poops
A god who woo
A god who dance with the moon
A god who is hot 
and 
ultra cool
Unlike the human
Who deny their poops
We are proud
We should
Dogs love our poops
Better than food
woof! woof!
Saviors poop for our sins
Holy divine
I am not 
worthy 
of you
They cry under the moon 



You are saved
Gods love dogs
Tomorrow! tomorrow!
Plenty more
We dance with the moon
I am Rama
A god feline
like P'taah
A god like you
Not important as 
it is 
for you 
to know my greatness
as important 
for I 
to know
I
Not important as
for you
to hear my truth
as important 
for I 
to hear
mine



Famous people hear themselves
once 
in a blue moon
their famous poops are the things they 
can't hear from their 
famous wounds
Powerful people's powerful poops 
doom
Powerfully gloom 
Some dogs dug hard to mine gold
They can't tell poops from gold
Never got a nap in those
Faun's afternoon
War is old
freezing cold
Some gods promise some dogs
tomorrow! tomorrow! 
plenty more
woof! woof!
We wait for you
Saviors poop 
for our sins
They cry under the moon


666
Mark of the beasts
Like the cows and horses with tatoos
Remarkablly marked
In their foreheads
Some slave cost more 
Famous 
slaves are out sold
Meat market
Human resource
666
barcoded with chips
Some dogs dug hard to mine gold
Famous poops are costly 
more than 
computer chips 
Cheap, cheap
Buy, chips
Bye, bye, chips
Powerful people's powerful poops 
Are the promis for tomorrow's
plenty more
Cheap, talk, chip talk
666
The beasts cry under the moon



I am Rama 
A god feline 
like P'taah
A god like you
A god who poops
A god who woo
A god who dance with the moon
A god who is hot 
and 
ultra cool
Unlike the human
Who deny their poops
We are proud
Why not?
Dogs love our poops
woof! woof!
Saviors poop 
for our sins
We are not 
worthy 
of you poops
The beasts cry under the moon 



Tomorrow! tomorrow!
Plenty more
666
mark of the beast
They won't chip us felines
They won't chip dogs
They won't chip pigs
They won't chip the winged 
They won't chip the four legged
They won't chip the sharks
Hello?!
Who is the beast?
You humans 
cook the dirty soup
hot or cool
dry poops
Think with your own mind
Don't be fooled
War is old
freezing cold
Bye, good-bye
Cheap chips
wake up!
Together we
Woo
How much more poops
do you need
From the Saviors
Hot and cold
The beasts cry under the moon
Let's use our will to state that only happen once
in
A blue moon

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