Sweet low chariots of flame times to which the
four horsemen have come to claim, too sanctify
nay purify the world of genocide curruption calls
in mortal form it dwells to take and reform , The
planet the vessel of chaos and evil be known as
the tyranny of men brings forth the very sense
of darkness dogma's created by social tides all
this just does is purify the tidings of lust and ,
what all seek power and wealth beyound belief,
But what free's from this dark night is spiritual,
elevation of the eternal night or perhaps just a
jest of the gods playing with mortals minds ?
Arrogance befalls this race well the generation
of intoxication does thus prove it surreal that
the human race falls on it's face for every
attempt of domination ever made.
Rome fell within a day it's wall breached within
from corruptions fall play the lesson in this is
without delay remissed in generations to say no
more shall we take the deeds of the past and
let them be our futures path we move on to
dawn of strength which we stare at nights
loving embrace.
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