This is the story,
About a herd of sheep,
The could have lived free and peacefully,
If it wasn't for reality:

The loudest voices always get heard
Not the ones who speak the truth
A sheep likes to follow the herd
Even if the way wolves did choose
Even if they don't know where it leads
They are sure it all must be right
Loud, well put words are all it needs
To become their unquestioned guide

The quick solution always solves
Not the one for the long run
A sheep likes simple results
Even if those could be wrong
Even if flaws are clear to see
They are sure it must be right
As long as someone else is guilty
For them having no light

The hate always takes upper hand
Not the sanity not heart
A sheep doesn't like who's different
Even if it's doomed from the start
Even if it changed nothing in the past
They hate the black sheep for not being white
As long as their lives will last
As equally long will be the fight

The end always is the same
Yet not a happy one
All sheep dead, none left to blame
Since a war like this can't be won
Since their path never lead to light
They had been their own enemy
As together yet alone they died
For a lie instead of being free

Here the tale repeats itself,
Sheep forget easily
The lies, the hate, the death remains
Just names and days to change

-A/N...I'm sorry for being kinda inactive I am not so fine.
Stay human (be no sheep...)
Sero 💙-