Abriosis As The Sheppard Spites
Bound by fear, you’re weak, cannot survive, Respect me,
your god, of blinded eyes, pray, Kneel and wait, give
faith, in vacant pews, speak to god, a god, that can’t
hear you. Hand it all, over, in charge of things, never
once think about, who’s pulling strings. One foot
forward, raise that boot, in the air, Bring it down with,
disgust, and a lack of care. Crush the puny, no regrets,
head held high. Expunge the weak, drop them all, without
despair. Brutality, Cruelty, Embrace the demon. Smite
them two times for their malice, vacate their pews. Spite
them two times, as your credence, They’re one less
without you. They spite you, never let them smite you, Go
take that golden rule and plead with your deity, go take
that logic and milk it for sympathy. As the Shepherd
spites, you.