Started when man handed rage to man,
Right upon a silver platter saying,
"Lo! Thee shall never fall"
So men ate up rage and rage grew in them.
The silver platters were empty, their hearts became hollow,
Anger corrupted their minds.
Cruelty they started to follow.
Now they whisper to their kids in tones unknown,
And hostile ballads echo in the streets, they sing,
"Lo! Thee shall ne'er fall,
Thee shall ne'er fall.
Thee shall keep rising.
Even from the pits of despair.
Bah! Dare anyone hurt thee,
Dare anyone try to mold thee,
Sweet child say,'one cannot own me'
So help Them beloved Lord, if they try to mold us.
Blood shall spill out the bodies of them.
Then man shall hand rage to his heir,
His heir shall unleash his sword, bare.
And then thee shall annihilate all that stands in his way,
Mankind is a beast My Child! He shall rule till the last day."
-ColdSmokesx
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