The flock

Hath no fury shepherds bound.

To walk amongst thy sheep. 

The beast avast, thus disguise unfound,

Beseeched thee to your feet.  

walk within a mustered wonder. 

Defiant in blindest paces.

Touch the lighting, by striking thunder. 

Un to thee shows blandish faces. 

Hold mine staff and guide this flock.

Through storm scarred silent terrain. 

In anguish thou shall vanquish the beast .

Where our damnedest souls remain. 

On watch are ye to protect thy children.

Til death, on to our bloodlines part. 

I shall walk and flourish through the nine circles of hell. 

And sacrifice my own beating heart. 

As I ,should you be a shepherd of Adam

A man recommended by god

To stand for weak and to guide them to heaven. 

Bestowed to the first line of blood. 

I am a shepherd of man as must ye do follow.

My guidance is true , by my holy staff.

The titans of hell shall never damn you to sorrow.

For all they shall kneel before my unearthly wrath. 

Stand by my side and I'll guide you through hell. 

And stand with you at the gates of Saint Peter. 

Hold my hand tight and give me your trust in love .

In return, in life you'll shall realise it shows,,, you were always lead by your teacher. Xxx.