And Shepards we shall be, for thee my lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth
from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. We shall flow a
river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In nomine Patris, et Filius, Spiritus sanctus.
All you wannabe-badass-teenie-boppin, prozac-poppin little children can kiss my
ass.
And Shepards we shall be, for thee my lord, for thee. Power hath descended
forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. We shall
flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In nomine Patris, et Filius, Spiritus sanctus.
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