As The Sheppard Spites

Bound by fear, you’re weak, cannot survive
Respect me, your God, of blinded eyes, pray
Kneel and wait, give faith, in vacant pews

Speak to God, a God, that can’t hear you
Hand it all, over, in charge of things
Never once think about, who’s pulling strings

One foot forward, raise that boot, in the air
Bring it down with, disgust, and a lack of care
Crush the puny, no regrets, head held high

Expunge the weak, drop them all, without despair
Brutality, cruelty, embrace the demon
Smite them two times for their malice, vacate their pews
Spite them two times, as your credence

They’re one less without you
They spite you, never let them smite you
Go take that golden rule and plead with your deity
Go take that logic and milk it for sympathy
As the shepherd spites, you