A relgiously toned poem written by a faith-doubting mindfucker
come across the water shepard
guide the mindless flock
wind is numbing, time is running
from that perverbiale clock
Your staff of gold clings to your hand
Ready for an eventfull take-off
Feet placed with care as the weather tears
Away your priceless cloth
The journey reaches to your soul
as your quest is farther to reach
The sheep keep at bay as the words you say
Fill them with an enticing preach
So come across the water shepard
The sheep only follow what is your correction
But what they dont know is that the light will glow
In every direction
guide the mindless flock
wind is numbing, time is running
from that perverbiale clock
Your staff of gold clings to your hand
Ready for an eventfull take-off
Feet placed with care as the weather tears
Away your priceless cloth
The journey reaches to your soul
as your quest is farther to reach
The sheep keep at bay as the words you say
Fill them with an enticing preach
So come across the water shepard
The sheep only follow what is your correction
But what they dont know is that the light will glow
In every direction