Death

Death... death,

How you crown the glory given to us by our God,

Introducing the devils power to us like wolves attacking helpless sheep,

You tore through our hearts,

Yet till managing to steal all that is good belonging to us,

Kings and Queens have yet thought they might have survived,

Survived your sweaty palms with no shame in stealing,

But to you, no riches are ever good enough,

No stone is never left unturned,

Engraving the thought of putting a gun to their heads

so that they are able to see your true form,

But, much like lucifer, you have no power,

The sheep you are hunting is the sheep that you are,

You fear of us moving beyond this world,

To a world of greener grass and and roads made only of gold,

You may have thought that you tore our hearts in two and a half,

You thought that with your step closer

God's steps would dim away in the sun-shines,

You were wrong from the day we made you born,

Yes, the devil misguided us in taking the route that led to you,

God pulled through for us when was just nails on the ground we walked in,

How I rejoice I will be with the Legends that God appointed,

To show us the light is much better than the darkness we found comfort in,

And you too shall fade away when the battle field has been wiped out!