Fatuous sheep, scowling for direction,
unable to lead themselves,
united as one misguided hoard!
With not shepherd,
they'll follow each other,
to their own demise!

I cannot fathom, this denial of,
the lack of individuality!
Looking, thinking, feeling,
no difference to be found,
they're all one in the same!

They notice my dissension,
and stand around confused,
looking on to see what I might do!
Word spreads fast,
of one who is on a new path,
they gather behind me, en masse!

Leeching on my mind...
(Bow to me my bastard children...)
they beg me to lead!
(follow in, my ways!)

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