The Terrible Shepherd leads his sheep to Terror
The byways of Death, Disease, Destruction’s Turpor
Delivers Might to Mayhem and Power to War
Meanwhile the Universe is Peaceful he Wants.
To worsen the Mishaps of Nations and People
Abandon the Lost and Devise by Cruel Riddles
The Answer to their Worries Mocked and Mistaken
They Bleat to Graze He returns with a Press Release.
Where they might have had Grass, he has Plundered to Waste
Where soon they need Bandages, he hands them Sharp Blades
When they Thirst for Water or Shade, he looks Away
But first in line for their Wool, he grows Wide Awake.
He sleeps with the comfort of Future Threshing Sake
Of Limitless furnish of Great Desecration
The Potential of Immortality Forsakes
He is the Terrible Shepherd of his own Name.
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