the wrong invitation

Written by: thelast don

for you i have been missing,

you are short of a prayer,

this domain they have spoken is cold but a stare,

for hand that i reach is short of a friend,

so trust me my fellow this is where it shall end,

the blood river flows and colder as it grows,

for my heart is the lands or prosperity as it shows,

a riddle for you my love,

its as pretty as a dove,

think of my father that force me from above,

I am the rich, powerful and the great,

i am the one that has taken your chance of all fate,

I open the gate,

for the children that have been freed to the father of all hate.