Antediluvian Forces
An anathema, a curse much worse
Long before the pope's decree
Everyone goes astray and stays that way
Antediluvian forces are hard at work
Born without army uniforms on
To never die
A quirk built into human nature survives
To restore order to its rightful place today
Enlightened by ancient night light
Don't ask why
No one can say Antediluvian
Without a smile
Praying for the good old days
Where God was on the other side
Of the flood, of blood, of love
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