sheep killer no more

It has been years since I last killed a sheep. My hands are clean, the knives are rusty, and the smell of fresh blood no longer fills the space around me.

All the same, my ears no longer yearn for the sweet bahs of a sheep in slaughter. People change with time, even sheep murderers.

A new phase begins.





WTF that was a shitty entry. BAHBAHBAH. Blogging is boring.