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door it opened slowly, my father he came in,was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me, his blue eyes they were shining
and his voice was very cold. He said, "I've had a vision and you
know I'm strong and holy, I must do what I've been told." So he
started up the mountain, I was running, he was walking, and his
axe was made of gold.  Well, the trees they got much smaller,
the lake a lady's mirror, we stopped to drink some wine. Then he
threw the bottle over. Broke a minute later and he put his hand
on mine. Thought I saw an eagle but it might have been a
vulture, I never could decide. Then my father built an altar, he
looked once behind his shoulder, he knew I would not hide.  You
who build these altars now to sacrifice these children, you must
not do it anymore. A scheme is not a vision and you never have
been tempted by a demon or a god. You who stand above them now,
your hatchets blunt and bloody, you were not there before, when
I lay up