Treasure Island

Mark Normand


Promised Evil


The many souls of yesterday; the long forgotten people.
Whose righteous lives were tossed away; victims of great evil.
Their voices never cease to cry for justice to be done.
For Cain who took the life of Abel; for those who killed Gods son.
Disguised as peace and brotherhood; They seek to enslave man.
They Rule the day, with blood and hate; casting fear upon the land.
Their cold grey darkness creeps into every walk of life.
The hideous, unlovely creatures, mascaraed as angels of light.
They claim to want a different way; whats best for all the world.
Spreading lies that leave us blind, and disaster soon unfurls.
'Forget about whats right or wrong, we tried that in the past'
'We know whats best for everyone, our way of life will last'.
These words come from the dark side; from the inventors of this game.
From the ones long spoken of; who were held bound in chains.
The watchers free upon the earth; The Nephilim who will soon reign.
For a time, just for a while, they'll be free until judgement day.

Submitted: Friday, July 06, 2012
Edited: Sunday, August 26, 2012

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