Sure I’m a little high right now and talking to myself
but fuck that
I am confident that someone else has thought of this and it’s my turn for it to hit me in my brain and it dawned on me literally after being on earth for 50 years that I really didn’t understand what a shepherd does because all my life I had been indoctrinated to believe a certain thing about a shepherd, but I really wasn’t understanding the full picture. There is no shepherd that is helping these sheep for fun that’s not a thing
there’s not a shepherd that’s running around keeping these sheep watered and fed and making sure that they’re safe protecting them
and beating them with the rod and staff just because they’ve got good hearts dummy and oh they get beat- every once in a while
they try to get out of line there’s a rod for your comfort wink wink
they’re not doing that to keep them organized for the sheep’s longevity, or just to be nice to sheep. They’re doing that ’cause they’re gonna use the sheep!!! They’re going to shear all the hair off their fucking backs OK they’re about to pull all their hair out and wear it themselves to keep themselves warm for their namesake not the sheep’s OK and then they are going to also use the meat. They will eat the meat!!! They are going to eat the sheep
I repeat
they are going to eat the sheep and they are going to wear them too
so why the fuck grown ass adult human being
why are you sitting here praying to somebody who says they are your Shepherd -they’re not just leading you out of some goodness, love.
Where do you think they’re leading you doll but like a lamb to the slaughter huh?
Read that prayer again and read it from the perspective of the sheep that you say that you are but baby, I refuse.
I refused when I was 11 even though I didn’t know why, but it just dawned on me today that’s the motherfucking reason right there, I don’t want to be used to death by anybody else but me.
Signed sincerely,
The Devil’s Lettuce in my system…
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 