The grace of the shepherd

unmistakably jealous of his flock

the sacrificial lambs

led to their slaughter

killed for his pleasure

blood and the savage man

wounds for the soul to swallow

callous is his ember

that which makes him burn

that which he calls son

his gender his blood

the same recognizable traits

the same features

luring the young to his side

making a mockery of his lineage

casting his heritage to the wind

genocide on his own in the night

the forest beckoning him

come it says

commit once again

the weather beaten path

your resting place

come

I will lead you

I will raise you

I will feed you

You are the wolf

take what you will