God-Child
Born in to prominence he reigns ominous with an iron fist no mortal
soul shall question his rule, like days of kings and queens he's exalted
and praised the bringer of light and day. This cryptic child this horned deity
none on earth shall have a head higher then he master speaks as the alpha and
omega hallowed shall always be his name. Batized in flame when one speaks his
name Gabrelle but never in vain, centuries will past as he sits his throne this god child
is forever bow to him for he is the filthy blood of the living lamb.
Copyright © Cole Beck | Year Posted 2009
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