The Song of the Undone Wrong

 As we sojourn this dying place 

The bastards of a dying race

We spit in the Devil's lying face

His bloodsoaked hands

Black heart's disgrace

My brothers strong 

It won't take long 

to drum our song

that undoes all wrong

Sinners doubt

Mothers cry

while losers pout

and Soldiers die

Lovers dance

Sailors sing

Swords of warriors

gives death its sting

The demons hate

will demonstrate

the useless folly

of useless bullies

A sickened mind

struck at the kind

but keep in mind

such is returned in kind

The Devil's grin

he thinks he'll win

Blinded by sin

He'll break again

and when he does

a sword will fall

unto his throat

the final call

A feckless fool

A reckless tool

shattered and splattered

blood in a pool

Stoking the flames

in his choking of dreams

His crushing of hopes 

tightens the ropes

that circle the necks

of demonic pricks 

and suffocate throats

of these worthless black goats

His mouth stoked the fires

that burn broken liars

 His hate filled the mires

His fear built the pyres 

That devour empires

His dark blinded worlds entire

as they conspired

to sapp the Higher

A glory too great

to be conquered by hate

a love held too dear

to be bludgeoned by fear

A Kings mighty throne

it rules known and unknown

both finite and boundless

both surface and bottomless

both base and peak

both strong and weak

both sinner and Saint

both bold and faint

both rich and poor

both chaste and whore

both master and slave

both good and depraved

both kind and cruel

both wise and fool

His Kingdom is infinite 

His Glory never dies

His Liberty can't be impeded

He hears all the cries

of the subjugated 

the tortured

the oppressed and the poor

Their chains will be shattered

no slavery anymore

The justice unfurled 

By the King of Countless worlds

Will liberate the nations

From the shackles 

Of abominations