Hush, the time has come to be separated, come out amongst the flock, your horn has shown, you have been tolerate far too long. Now the days of your work has been revealed.
Oh you stubborn goat, with your huff stucked in the mud, restlessness has born you, nursed you and now spit you out. You have no Shepherd, you have lost your way and have no boundary.
Plead your case oh restless goat! Where have you been grazing? Not in my field, my sheepfold have drank and fed on my pasture, their are well watered. You have no place here, go!
Weren't you the one that my herdsmen once called, and all the while you withstood your ground, a sound of laughter and jeers, ever learning and never coming to the truth , gouging from the poisonous trees, huffing and puffing while being led to the slaughter house.
Go from here you stuborn goat, You are not mine and I have no place for you! From where do you come from? The narrow path leads to the north, the broader path leads to south, go to the Southgate, a place of torment, where worms never die.
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