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Sons of Anarchy

Today by the power of God I have been given life
In the presence of man I am baptized with a name
A hierarchy of family based on no man's land
But man himself has encroached on his terms

My father the warlord, king of kings
He sits on a throne of massacre and chaos
His best moments are when man looses touch with his conscience
The flaring heat of hate crashes onto the world and my father takes charge
Debris and bodies are the final solutions to the equation
The wind is filled with wailing, the air staunched with blood
No one is left untouched except for the dead
My father the king, king of destruction

My sweet mother the seductress
Her poison is rare and hard to duplicate
Spreads with a single touch like blood in vein
Her poison disarms man of all nerve and common sense
Leaving him to question everything including his own shadow
Her presence makes man see both light and darkness
Blurring the lines between what is good and evil
The constant game with no real winner
My sweet mother the seductress, the queen of doubt

My sister the dark angel
Her innocence is clouded by a veiled power
A power so great the seven heavens can't compete
She walks this earth every day, watching and waiting
Never in a hurry to collect her pay for she knows it is unavoidable
All of mankind are her children and on doomsday, we shall return to our beloved
She has no favorites when it involves her children
When it is time to collect, she takes us all
My sister the dark angel, angel of death

He lacks all sense of reasoning my brother
Never one to contemplate about the consequences of his actions
Once his darkness spreads, there's no stopping him
He rushes to the frontline of the war
Head clouded by a fog looking for retribution
And until it is taken he shall remain a brewing storm
My brother the right hand of anger

And what is there to say about me
The one that maims and cripples
The one that disables all motor functions and backs one into a corner
I've been known to accelerate death on most occasions
My father takes pride in me
My mother questions my every move
My brother thinks me too proud
And my sister is forever my side-kick
What more is there to say about the bringer of fear.

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