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Your Shepard
written by Genocide Reaper08:08 PM 12/26/04| I taste the lies in the air, hearing all of their spoken fears. Broken is the desire to become one of them. Shunned is the thoughts they spread. They proclaim popularity as power, I say it is a waste of time. For they are cowards. Rape this gun as I pull the trigger on your Holy son. I'll lay down the law and help you find the lord. Preacher man coming with his lies, preacher man trying to tie you down, preacher man, wearing the bolted crown. Screwed inside his head. He should just be dead. The Christian cometh, and walks away cattle leashed, the sheep follow blindly, living free is unlikely. They are slaves, they are trapped. Do you hear the screams from the flock? Do you see their brains now! because their free thought was bashed by a Unholy rock. Stoned to death you are, bonded to be blind, being lead to the slaughter by your sinful Shepard, what is a false witness, you tell me, you kiss his ass. Command yourself to die for he, for without truth you cannot be free. So you dub the words they feed you honesty, I call it brain draining mentality. Servant to their molded society, a sheep in the field, you are being attacked by an army without a shield, they tell you what it is you want, they don't give you a choice, you are to all of us, cattle. Too bad you couldn't hear the snakes buzzing rattle. For he comes in sheep's clothing, but bears the fangs of a wolf! Your Shepard has come, time to burn, your Christian faith is a lesson to be learned, that mistakes are made, you fall to Hell, your soul burns, your body fades! |
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Another one for the Christians
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| » Comments / Feedback | by DragonWingedWolf (12-27-2004 - 02:07 AM)
| Some times I can't help but love your peoms, nice work. |
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