Thou that takest

Oh lamb of god who takest away insurance of the world,
have mercy upon us
O lamb of god, that takest away insurance of the world
have mercy upon us
O lamb of god, that takest away insurance of the world
grant us thy peace

It is a sacrament to take away my life-giving supply.
Good people with baby sheep in their jaws lovingly tell me
(to my face)
It’s the most loving thing to do, for the larger picture.
The two mites they gained from my loss are really not
The point.

The collaborators.  Dona nobis pacem.
My anger seethes, but even that
Is not my own:  I shouldn’t open my mouth
If I’m to be a holy sacrifice,
Thou that takest away
Insurance.

Grant us our peace.  We have done thy holy will.  Take
That uninsured, dying woman away.  More mutton.

For those who takest away
Miserere nobis.
Say it again:
Miserere.

Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere
nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi,
miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata
mundi, dona nobis pacem.

(NOTE:  OK this has a lot of religious imagery and Latin in it.  Good stuff.  Enjoy.)