In a thar of night... Abusing a portion of light While others are sleeping And some are escaping A serpent spews out fantasy – Unjustified blasphemy That cannot be condoned
It must be strange to not have lived So fae into existence
This is not a test of power This is not a game to be lost or won Let justice be done
There will be zero tolerance For the creator of hallowed intentions There will be zero tolerance Fate is your deciding God
Karma comes crashing down Leaving a very deep scar Exposing a door to the Source of verbal whore Machines supply the attar Where virtous lives are sacrificed
It must be strange to not have lived So far into existence
This is not a test of power This is not a game to be lost or won Let justice be done