Black Sheep:
Upon the head, where
he rests an iron fist,
Lies the trust of a
lamb, held in sinister grip,
The sheep, by his side,
in prayer, they sing,
The pages, he will preach,
For blind faith, they
cling...
With his mission, from
a dark stretch of hell,
Walks a mere man, with
a license to heal,
For fright of the beast,
they bow to their knees,
For through this Lie,
it is God they will please...
To reach the Heavens,
they must follow along,
Their guide, he leads
them, to the grounds of Sodom...
-devyn grael