Valley Maker
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So then there's the world
under the sea. And then
there's your man,
under the tree.
Who put you there?
Who put you there?
Oh, open eyes!
Oh wicked hands!
Oh crooked.
Oh fallen man, understand
who put you there.
Who put you there?
So now we can kill, tangled
in our weeds. Watch them grow
all around the tree. Oh, wicked
thirst, from the first... Who put you there?
Who put you there?
Oh smell of death
over the Earth; taste
of curse over the ground;
evil sprouts- oh wash them
out; a blessed sign
in the sky, who put you there?
Who put you there?
Who put you there?
Who called you fair?
Who judged you fair?