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Murdering a sheep
written by Genocide Reaper05:32 AM 3/10/05I killed some one again today.
Did it the same.
That's right, just like yesterday.
Nothing more I can say.
Bleeding, crying, pleading they lay.
Upon broken limbs they stay.
With this victim I did play.
Using my new blade on my new prey.
If words were ever spoken.
I have already forgotten.
But the prayer I can remember still.
Please christ, don't let him take my life.
It was along the lines of christian plight.
Another sheep was getting sheared, but without any wool, you could just say skinned.
Hung upon steel hooks in the ally way.
Bleeding from the merciless inflicted wounds, was my prey.
Still pleading with christ to come down.
For the sheep wished to be saved.
As the jesters, and peasants walked down the road, missing the on going.
Murder.
The King was with his Queen, preaching of Christian faith upon a near by balcony.
Such a heart touching moment it became instantly.
As I touched the heart of the alive yet dieing sheep.
Begging in near halted breaths.
Asking to be forgiven.
But I was quick to cut off the pleads saying. "God hasn't forgotten.
The sins you hold are yours and yours alone.
Only with the others that aided you in your deeds will come along.
To join you in your fiery punishment.
Your own savior you did disgrace.
Now silence but fill your face."
And with my last words I slit his throat.
While at the same time ripping out his heart.
Alas, the lone live stock was dead.
Only the memory of him being part of the flock is in the others head.
Though I am sure they shall never forget what I said.
In that message I carved upon the sheep's chest.
"Falter before Christ, and burn in Hell. For demonic eyes besets his words. And watch your path. All is well until you meet his lies, then you meet God's wrath." |
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