His Prey (Original)
His PreyHe hears desert wolves howl. Alone, praying, he stalks his Prey throughout
For forty days he hungered licking only dew from the plants for thirst
His suffrages were many denying pleasures instead of the torment endured
He is the Alpha and the Omega
He gets closer to His Prey the temptations are greatest, yet; he endures
The endurance promises His flock is spared from that same evil Prey
He comes close to the howling high upon a precipice He starts the ascent
Knowing the worthiness upon which his Father had sent
Reaching the cave upon the precipice, the Sheperd locates his Flock
His Lambs are scattering through the valley beneath as he wretched in the den
Sights of Lambs at the slaughter, blood flowing, he hollered within the sin
How is My Flock to the slaughter mine mind no more withstands grim
I now know not to hear to lies you spread about, the time dost cometh to cast thee out
Knoweth now never to you will I falleth, nor believe in that you sayeth; I shan't, I dost cast thee out
My Father dost maketh me strong, giveth me love and showeth me my path I dost follow
Noweth through His almighty strength dost thou be cast out from within my soul, His love, and word be-eth forever
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