Prayer of the last shepard:
lord, as thou lay my soul to rest, thy know, tis thy soul you test, with my friends and my family to take there soul to sleep, its there souls, id rather have you tend to like sheep, every night, under you blanket of stars i look up and ask if you exsist, And now, All i have to say is this:If you can hear the prayers of a sheep herder, Then please hear my prayer, Then please free them from Satan, And sin, Amen.
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EdgarAlanPoem
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I am Lost. In Hellfire and the poetry of gates that i shall never kiss.