I surveyed the land and all I saw were sheep, unaware that the wolves were lurking in the shadows. Unaware that they have become entirely dependent on the shepherd that pretended to care for them. Unaware that the grass they were eating had been poisoned. Unaware that the coats that protected them would be stolen. Unaware that they were to be sold to the highest bidder. Just a commodity, a resource. No love, despite the theatre suggesting otherwise.

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