He killed the angel of death
That slew thes laughterer
That slaughtered the ox
That drank the water
That quenched the fire
That burned the stick
That beat the dog
That bit the wildcat
That ate the kid
That father brought
One kid
He killed the angel of death
By loving the people
That people this picture
That picture the world
As coloring itself
But sometimes the people
And sometimes a picture
And sometimes a color
Can make you go silent
And he saw it
On kid