A Fish Named Ikthus

What was it like, hanging up there,
The smell of your blood burning in the air?
All the cheers and laughter coming form the crowd
As they ask you if you make your father proud.
They were so blind, did they ever see
That blood that flows will set a man free.
Fish named Ikthus going out to sea.
Fish named Ikthus dying there for me.
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