"Follow Me!" he roared into the crowd Sheep were all pulled into the wake ""It's your last chance," came words loud But I'm still hesitant, for caution's sake. His voice so calm and domineering Like a general giving orders to troops And others obeyed, the rest steering All managed in nice little groups. Those who waited soon joined them The majority seemed the safest choice But I've known the hearts of evil men Ignore them, listened to my inner voice. "You fools you'll die!" he screamed at us We three from the hundreds who fled I trembled, questioned, stood dubious Our souls resolute but filled with dread. Then they were all gone. Silence reigned Survivors alone, we pitiable last three Facing the ominous task ahead. Drained Were God, the other angels and me.