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Crucify Me

 

Fight me, deny me, and crucify me,

My sins are yours, they're not mine.

You make me what I am, evil at your command.

You send me to meet my challenger, whatever it may be.

I risk my life to line your pockets for nothing but pain and agony.


Three feet of chain with nowhere to go, there's not much here to see.

No time to play, its work, work, work, that's how life is for me.

Run the treadmill. Pull the blocks and hang there from the tree.

If my ribs feel a little thick, then not much food for me.


I'm in tip top shape, a muscle bound freak, with all the attitude I need.

I've got gameness several generations back. You should see my pedigree!

Pump me up! Hype me up! Throw me some bait! How about that young pup?


Watch me rip his eyeballs out; I need the taste of blood.

I've been hit. I've been beat. I've been left to die in the ring.

I've been sewed up! I've been ripped open and I've had several bones broken!

I've scratched when I couldn't stand and I've stood up when I couldn't scratch!


I've killed a few dogs and I've nearly died when I've met my match!
 

 

Fight me, deny me, and crucify me,

My sins are yours, they're not mine.

You make me what I am, evil at your command.

You send me to meet my challenger, whatever it may be.

I risk my life to line your pockets for nothing but pain and agony.

 


You find amusement at my torn, hanging skin

and just when my body heals, you make me do it again.

Why couldn't I have been a happy dog with a master who shared some love?

Not some twisted psychopath, who owes his life to drugs.

I do this evil to earn my keep. Somehow, I must be fed.

The men in suits, they point at me and say they want me dead.

Even the lucky ones in happy homes who have never felt my pain,

must face the executioners because they bear my name.

 

 

Fight me, deny me, and crucify me,

My sins are yours, they're not mine.

You make me what I am, evil at your command.

You send me to meet my challenger, whatever it may be.

I risk my life to line your pockets for nothing but pain and agony.

 

 

I've grown too old now to fight in your ring

You've left me no chance, to ever be free

I lay in the darkness, no one at my side

my last fight I lost, my eyes no longer can see

this is what you have done, do you not feel shame?

 

 

I can no longer walk, run or play

you have a new puppy now, the one to take my place

the cold and darkness closing now, you have nothing to say?

 


I lay here in pain and my own blood

I still believe that you love me and I try to stay awake

But you kick me and wish me dead then tell them to tie the bag

The darkness is here now; I hope they catch you, for the new puppy's sake

 


Fight me, deny me, and crucify me,

My sins are yours, they're not mine.

You make me what I am, evil at your command.

You send me to meet my challenger, whatever it may be.

I risk my life to line your pockets for nothing but pain and agony.

 

Alan W Joslin

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