| Tamora's Feast Eat it up, choke it down, Don't let me catch your frown. Cause this is what you're gettin', This is what you'll eat. This is what you made, Now this is what you'll eat. This is your dinner, Yours to devour, These are your children, moldy and sour. This is your making, These are your children, Stomach is aching, Bare your own burden. Hot on your plate, Eat it and then Choke up what you ate And eat it again. Choke it down, The flesh of your sin; Shovc it down And eat it again. |