Kill them all
Not sparing the short nor the tall
Yes! I'm the God
And every soul will die by my sword
As the river runs to its destination
The stars runs to the moon for their restoration
Just leave him;his eyes will run. Straight to the sky
And on his kneel will he cry
God!is he truly the God
His eagerness will finish the world
Trout are dying of water
In his feet we shall met like butter
I am the savior of the world
Here with me an hero to shut down his word
I have come for him;the wicked king
In a laugh of sorrow will he sing
We are to share his blood
The crown is taking back his word
But for him kicking the bucket is a must
Before turning the hut to a dust
©moonchaser
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