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War the beast
From the deepest depth it came,
No grace,no mercy,not tame.
Heads of men it laid claim,
Fear it,fear it,for it is Man's bane
War is what it was called,
As it set fire to our world,
The souls of men it will capture,
The forerunner of the Rapture.
Nothing can help us,not the Bible,
We are sentenced to death with no trial,
War is not of our making blame Michael!
In the fires we scream not of pain but of denial.
No grace,no mercy,not tame.
Heads of men it laid claim,
Fear it,fear it,for it is Man's bane
War is what it was called,
As it set fire to our world,
The souls of men it will capture,
The forerunner of the Rapture.
Nothing can help us,not the Bible,
We are sentenced to death with no trial,
War is not of our making blame Michael!
In the fires we scream not of pain but of denial.
Published 27th Apr 2015
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