Lost Sheep
into a comfortable slaughter
my shephard has left
a wolf in disguise
to lead astray
his angelic daughters
with the lord of the flies.
no one can hear the cries of the lost
purposely forgotten
we've been abandoned
as targeted innocence
into the woods to be killed or bought
lost sheep
lost sheep
we can't see for ourself
or fend while our master is gone
left in a wilderness to be tested
while the survivors wait until dawn.
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