Past Lost Sheep

It's auspicious if you're sadistic,
inamorata obduration,
and you know that I can't keep real,
when in these situations,
expectaions lamentations,
with fervent fortitude,
bringing those fellow inedible sheep,
out of servitude,
it's capricious with strife,
like life's sturggles and spice,
Gilgamesh did something, but
Enkidu died,
And,
if you try to see me now,
I will have hollow teeth,
with a blood trail following,
leading to these slaughtered sheep.