You see, FootFoot the guinea pig has epilepsy
In ancinet times she'd have a career in prophecy
For then those with fits
had been as seen as having been touched by God a bit
This thunderstorm of the brain
the seizures pouring down like rain
proves nothing can be the same
after the touch of God
The ancients knew that God can drive you crazy
Making a hurricane in your brain
And so Foot Foot lies on her back, thrashing
telling God to go away
and leave her alone
to nibble hay
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