The shepherd has turned on it's horde. Consumed and disposed. Scavengers. Dripping with blood. . Bodies rotting in the sun. Decapitated. Speared on a pole. Iniquity beyond comprehension
swear, I won't let it be so. Ah-ha-ha-ha. Blood will run down his face when he is decapitated. Ah. His head on my mantle is how I will let this world know, how much I love you. . Die, die, die. I