I will be a good girl today
Hell will be lonesome without me
I will outpicture thousands of me spread out at bullet's gate to try to save the white-tail deer from slaughter
Run, run and run
Be lions rather than eaten lambs
I will watch the male hunters trudge their old balls across winter woods floor to enviously kill a young buck
I will see them carve a foetus out of a pregnant dead doe
Observe them at church on Sunday
Tomorrow is another day
In hell the dead deer will be roaming free
Waiting in their bardo to be re-born and spread out at bullet's gate to shoot and give the hunters back their karmic return.