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A goat was born on the December 27th
Raised in fear by wolves of the underworld
Later surfaced and reached independence
Leader of the fragile, searching mind

Last I knew, he was the mad shepherd
On the blood of sheep he fed
He called himself the mad shepherd
And lead a herd of living dead

Darkness took him. Where to, I do not know
Traded reason for his madness, proud
Frowned at sheep and guided ways of living
Before he left, he burned their temples down

Last I knew, he was the mad shepherd
On the blood of sheep he fed
He called himself the mad shepherd
He killed himself but he's not dead

"So obscure it is to live
Give me what you cannot give
What I've searched for days and nights
Take me to the light of lights"

Lost in time, stuck in space
Light of the underworld

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