Literature
The Shepherd
Tried to mislead for too many nights
The path too long, we must hurry again
Will it hurt us in the end?
To have build a nation through our sad, sad discipline
Can't help this longing for an end
A death wish, all that's left after the Disaster
Follow me, rain on me,
Pour your love, despair and violence
Oh, please, don't ask how things got so bad
Or how such little Girls burn out quicker than matches
All the other sheeps, they kept silent about their secret
They drowned it, and escaped it...
Why did we ever wanted to keep ourselves?
Now we are here, wolf-captured - oh, but such good Girls!
Doesn't it seem like a bad idea? bad dre