I wandered this large land,
my mother was gone, like grains of sand.
Suddenly, clouds bled crimson red,
No dread -----
just a bright light,
and noise that hit like night.
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Jesus told me my mission was clear,
I remain here,
and justify the fence of fears
The truth was settled here.
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"You must rule The Sheep Keep,
Mind the sheep of those who don't believe."
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I needed the one who was persecuted that fortnight,
I called her, no ghost-white.
Jesus said mother wandered place-to-place,
no stay ----
limbo was its name:
the lost soul domain.
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Mother waited and wandered,
forever yonder:
her voice had been slain,
she was speechless since the darkest day.
My mother was torn
she forever mourned.
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Mother never wanted to escape,
she just wanted the villagers grace
they slaughtered us with rotting faith,
and built a casketless grave,
Pastor Light ---- the darkest fate:
The village will remember my name.
I told the lord what I must do
it was past due.
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Pastor Light said my mother was disturbed,
Satan digused as a lady who snitched and hurled.
The afterlife doesn't care about titles,
just what was defiled.
It's time people see that the pig's rules
do not keep them in the pen,
They will join the Keep,
where the Pig's don't miss their sleep.