They
can’t blame this on the Rapture, it was far too rapacious, but the Beings being
brutalized, suffered in silence, because they Believed. Pity their souls,
giving all their worldly possessions over to the cleric, heretic that he was.
He was not in the business of giving back the bounty and would soon be out of
town before they ‘returned to earth’ and realized they’d been fleeced. They were his flock, and due for a fleecing.
And there'd be Mutton
for dinner. Tough old meat, but cooked long enough, the rich juices flow, from
deep within. The fervent broth, it can be intoxicating…
A
flock don’t tarry, ‘til it’s been fleeced, and that’s when they become wayward.
…’til the next Shepard comes along. But this stock don’t-got-squat…gave it all to
the last fella’, passed through here.
And,
can you think of anyone more deserving, than this, Servant Of The Lord?
Hell
No! ….no, you can’t.
V
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