~Another Day so be it gone
the Angels Guard so sing their Song~
~Our Hearts within so do We Yearn
out Tears of many so do We Churn~
~We Cry for them their Mortal Souls
their Pain We Feel from Young to Old~
~Upon the Fields of Fiendish Horrors
those of Evil so keep their Score~
~Preyed upon by Satin’ s Seed
the Killing fields so do they Breed~
~By Ten’s of Hundreds Innocent Souls
felled by them of Satin’s Fold ~
~’O send to them ‘O End this Wrong
the Angels Guard so sing their Song~
~But he of them The Land of Good
hears not but that his Shadows Hood~
~I do not send So does he Say
whiile Souls of Many Lie in Prey~
~Innocents Cry the Love of God
their Head be gone a Single Nod~
~Girls of young In slaved as Brides
still of Child but must Abide~
~Men be Killed their Wives be Sold
to Quell the Lust of Satin’s Hold~
~Does not the World they Hear their Cries
nor see the Tears within their Eyes~
~Be Genocide by Satin’s Hand
disguised by that of Mortal Man~
~The Land be Painted The Blood of Many
soon of Innocence be gone of Any~
~One Day this World be come to End
the Angels Seven God will Send~
~Another Day so be it gone
the Angels Guard so sing their Song~
Duke Sherman
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