Death and darkness call
I have a purpose to fill
With innocent blood
I am born of night
Hunting patiently, with stealth
Silently searching
Sacrificial lambs
Hidden by you blasphemers
But I am clever
I sense innocence
It pulls me like a magnet
My sweet little lamb
I am duty bound
To free trapped innocent souls
Free them from this Hell
Your "God" is useless
Powerless against my truth
I will set them free
I am the shepherd
Come to take my lambs with me
You can not stop me
Monday, April 04, 2011
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