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Sep 2011
against a backdrop of ink
he smiled his pearly white smile
and raised a pale hand to the sky
beckoning them to come
and offer their hearts and souls
at his altar
and knowing full well
what this entailed
the sheep came
to lay at his feet.
Written by
Loutre
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