[RunAmokRampant]

In the Place of A Shepherd

Word goes around that the deed has been exchanged
One bloody hand prying it from one so rigid
From the cold of rigor mortis to something worse
Our fate seems firmly sealed
Choice is now to his discretion
To the rest of us we see
In the place of a shepherd
Is another wolf disguised jackal

We're all tied to the same old rope
Tethered to a weathered statue
That's reaching for the heavens
Up high there's a carved inscription
But it's too far to see
Not one could make out the words

The rope is endless
And still, we're bound
It doesn't give us
The full flight of freedom

Occasionally we're let loose just to be caught again
Only for the amusement of some
But we were all given the little taste
Of what we so desperately strive for
Temptation we can't resist
And the aftertaste wells up again
Now we have come more persistent in trying

Then one day the statue came crashing down
The aesthetics buried underneath
And the sculpture of our master
Inevitably met the dust
And finally...
We could read the words

"For all eternity you shall bow,
Shall always look up,
To the statue of your master,
Now face the dirt; bow down"

Oh the irony