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The Wolves In Sheeps Clothing

The Wolves In Sheeps Clothing

I am a man of power, 
To god is whom i talk, 
There is an urge inside me, 
Such confidence in my walk. 

I see them boys of duty, 
I cannot contain my thought, 
I want to see them naked, 
And lessons to be taught. 

I am a man of family, 
A wife and kids as well, 
It makes for a good cover, 
So no one can really tell. 

I offer you all confession, 
You are the sinner in my eyes, 
I do services of weddings, 
And your children I'll baptize. 

The alter boys are calling me, 
They are a gift to me a gem, 
They're innocemt and have no idea, 
What i want to do to them. 

No one will suspect my sickness, 
They'll think what I'm doing is wrong, 
But they don't know how to satisfy me, 
I have waited for so long. 

Let me show you young kind boy, 
And please don't tell no one, 
Let's lay together naked here, 
We could have so much fun. 

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Glen Hill

When do i get accepted into a finalist?

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