(THE TALE OF THE BLACK SHEEP)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
Blunted [PROD. ICDMAW] (Curren$y Type Beat): http://youtu.be/Hcx2JZ1RDUg
There are those among the sheep that know that monsters exist... They having thrown away their ability to stampede into the corner and huddle up.
They having effectively become black.
There they stand in the forefront against the monstrous onslaught.
These black sheep having grown teeth and claws.
They stand protecting the flock as the shepherd who supposedly protects them has sold their flesh, pound for pound to the highest bidder.
Fanning themselves with fans that bear the monsters name as they listen to watered down sermons... Dance in adulation.
Are fed the lie bit bit by bit.
Chewing it as cud, chapter and verse.
The black sheep looking on in amazement for these were once his people, he having been born of them.
They having been marked by the ram... The goat... The beast Beelzebub.
He wearing symbols arresting to his allegiance.
Leading them to his fiery pit.
Deacons, preachers and usherboards where they are given positions of power that are really powerless..
They having been corraled and marked for consumption.
The symbol of death hanging on a chain around their necks.
Carved of gold, carved of silver, carved of wood.
Blood and gore.
The black sheep standing upright as these things apparent manifest.
The flock behind him trembling in terror at the beast that they let in.
He looking so like them as his teeth and lips drip the blood of their young and old.
They afraid to confront him because the clergy alludes to peace when all they receive is violent intentions.
The wolf while looking like they is certainly not sheep.
The black sheep... They see these things.
They fight back.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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