WHAT MAKES US WOLVES?
WHAT MAKES US SHEEP?
WHO KNOWS?
I WISH THE LAMBS HAD
FLUFFY WINGS TO FLY WITH
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He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.
(John 8: 7)
What kind of man are you, if you can kill the innocent,
taking refuge in the name of God?
(I. G. B.)
We may be human... But we're still animals.
(Steve Vai)
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