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Sheep of the Sheppard
written by Genocide Reaper05:43 PM 2/13/05| Cries from poverty echoing through out every city. Enough tears to create a river. Where are the answers to their prayers? Cannot the hypocrites arise and aid their sheep? The darkness, guides me, and Jesus has lied to you. So you'll hear me sarcastically say. Save me! You want to tell me I don't know about Heaven, all I know is Hell! Pretending all your Preachers and Priest work for the lord! That he will come through with the word! He does nothing but speak with pockets full of gold, why you waste away and starve, slowly to decay alive. Seems your savior sent preachers of Cold, not helpers of the weak and old. You, you are the one's that live in Hellish hypocrisy, you, you are the ones that cannot help anyone but yourself. Defy and deny your own rules and laws, seems as though, we're suppose to be the only ones to abide. Why is it the sinners and heretics are supposed to be given bad names? Seems to me as if you are the ones that need to be saved. Repent is a state of mind for you, you cannot feel the cleansing hand coming through. Before you turn from your arrogance you will fall. Before you open your eyes to learn, you will start to burn! Servants of a two thousand year old dead Sheppard, how does it feel to be so clueless and lost? What did you have to pay? I ask again, what was the cost!? Now I'd love to know! What it is you gain from selfishly with holding your wealth while watching the suffering and those that can't go a day without pain! |
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