Sheepskin

Pray for us sinners now at the hour of our death

Make it fast though there's not much time left

For every passing minute another soul is lost

Surely you of all people can understand the cost

Of wasting time without rhyme or reason

Watch the weather shift with the changing of the season

In the same swift manner your judgement is passed

Then into the pit their souls will be cast

The shepherd in his wisdom has led his flock astray

For this reason alone he will dearly pay

The congregation left confused begins to pray

When answers fail to surface their faith they betray

Surely without their shepherd the wolves will descend

In disguises to deceive the flock they will tend

Beware of false prophets careful in whom you believe

Remember there are those who practice to decieve