and the sheep turned on their sheopard
selfish
and drank their saviors blood
thinking it was rain
as the bombs tore holes in Gods skins
and he quieted..,
but not for many years.
after all that was left was a scar and His hands. which took on arthritus.
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 5:42 PM UTC
and the sheep turned on their sheopard
selfish
and drank their saviors blood
thinking it was rain
as the bombs tore holes in Gods skins
and he quieted..,
but not for many years.
after all that was left was a scar and His hands. which took on arthritus.
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