Say, baas,
Are you the prophet?
The one that goes stripped and naked,
Wailing like the dragons
And mourning like the owls?
I do a little in that line.
Micah's my name,
Micah the Morashtite.
Can I do anything for you?
I seek God.
And have you found him?
I found an old man who wanted me to roast animals for him,
Because he loved the smell of cooking.
I found a man who wanted me to sacrifice my children on his altar.
I found a man.
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