Drift through wilderness and alleys,
where grief hidden, and belief forbidden,
Come with me, and See,
where innocent souls cry in agony,
and unknowns who are forgotten.
Do they ridicule me,
for the horrendous deeds they've done,
do they not know,
I make empires to rise and crumble,
One who creates from nothing:
I want them on their knees,
defeated and in disgrace.
Of what you're afraid,
valour you've, bare you're in front of me,
All I ask is mercy from you;
What about those before you,
and what about those after you.
Fear not, son of man,
I chose you in many,
with grace,
and there're angels in your army,
for thy love never dies.
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