In the woods is where I pray
Twenty feet feet up is where I stay
Far above with my rifle or bow in hand
Taking meat from off the land
An holy place sacred and pure
No room for the squeamish or insecure
As we clean the deer we leave blood like paint
A sight for most that would make em faint
Only clean shots are taken there
the utmost respect for the animals is demanded here
We use all the parts of what we shoot
the skins for jackets and the fur for our boots
So if you are from PETA or a green peace freak
Come to my church your chances are bleak
My chore is killing and grilling and everyone's welcome here
and if you've got a problem with that your probably queer!
Marinating silently
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