the churchA Poem by moosicphreakkiss your reflection in the water charm another timid flock then lead your sheep to the slaughter more necks for the chopping block
there isn't a soul alive that can resist the temptation to bruise their knees when you arrive and shower you with veneration
at times of need you are near to whisper your foul song into the royalty's ear to whom does the kingdom belong?
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