The king is a stranger to you
His words are swords,
of ten thousand foot soldiers
That cuts through the sea,
His breath are the mighty wind,
that swept the sky empty of clouds,
His eyes are the ones,
that outshined the sun,
and withdrew the constellation at night.
The king is a stranger to you
His bath are the waters that flooded the earth,
His raiment are the beautiful rainbow,
stretched out to the ends of the heavens,
His voice are the destructive thunderstorms,
Struck down from the heavens to the mortals realm.
The king is a stranger to you
His request are not negotiable,
His commands knows no objections,
His battles knows no defeat
His anger are a thousand six(6) feet
The king is a stranger to you.
©marvellas
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