I am the evolution of the Shepard, the vindicated coming, the sheep with a wolves facade. The first was sent to teach and die. The next was sent to kill. The staff I brandish is more than a crutch for tending to the wills of the pasture. It is the righteous rod of my father, merciless, yet unspareable. It is with this staff of indignation I more than aid the traveler, as I arm him for the journey walking softly in his path.-------------------------------------------------------
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----------------------I am the test of The New Testaments lessons. They have crucified your teacher, but their failure is at hand.-------------------------------------------------------
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------------------------He who walked before me wore a peaceful leash of love, long enough to hang from, and strong enough to last. The beast beyond the fence, having lured the flock to feast, chose instead, to swallow whole, the Shepard of the past. As the bleating of the lambs drowned out their hallowed saviors choking, The Ultimate Samaritan was born to save the weak. Turn not thy cheek to the wolves at bay, for they know only hunger. My dearest flock, I have not come to speak.------------------------------------------------------
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--I am the second. The End is the third. Repent or face the last.--------
My Interests
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my demise, but despite my penchant for martydom, survival is inevitable.