A fold characterised by hypocrisy
They live in the pen
Complementing each other in the business of the master.
And a sheep erred
Was therefore demonised, wished he perished in it.
A missing role of brother's keeper.
Indicating gathering of wicked people
In brethren like mode.
If getting a pen somewhere else has made all the difference.
Then save it for a lifetime
Hoping the dead consciencewill one day live again
To act out the scripts of the master.
We are all victims
If only we truly search our hearts
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