"I am the keeper of peace"
"Oh worship me"
"The lord hath spoketh of a prince of peace, and I am thee"
Lifted chins unto the sky
Self righteous you say you are,
Bite your tounge before I tell you those words are a lie
I settled into a kingdom of holy rest and absent of solitude
But the children you brought into your rooms are subjects of perverse acts that were indeed crude
Indeed, I speak again
Bring forth your men of hate
To your church they will not pay their wage
Impending doom is your concealed fate
Be gone you heritic
Your presence is abomination to eyes of the blind
Your words are annoying sounds to the deaf
You most certainly are more appalling than death
Be gone once and forever mate
Flee from my presence lad
You're time is almost done
Soon your throne will be replaced by the Holy one
Until then, have all the fun
May you rest in pain under a thousand suns
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