Run sheep run.
Mystery unfolding like a twilight gift, in a twinkling of the eye begins the great sift. a shout shattering bone shall come, wide eyed fear with regrets, what is the sum. Now the pasture of an awaiting side, divide in swiftness as world's collide. Blood for blood staining all sides, in this mystery of darkness love dies. Pending doom oh yes it's true, by the call of peace shall the enemy come, horror will come oh yes it's true, your eyes will see the sheep run. To the rocks and to the dens shall souls go, hidden well you became the fool as creation surprise begins the show. Birds readying for a feast as flesh stains earth, higher power looks on tisk tisk remember it's worth. A tall tale in hopes not true, seek the son of I were you.
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