But By God You'Ll Respect Us
The dark images in order to defeat,
they infect,
God properly treats,
the stubborn dark images re-infect,
as a way to saturate, un-populate, separate,
the Human Race,
so they poison and they lace,
hiding signatures so there will be no trace,
as they introduce a deadly sickness,
and an awful plague,
a form so rare, and so vague,
God gives humans natural immunity,
the dark images continue to create new viruses,
God immunizes,
their dark faces blank, God laughs.
They slowly walk by the humans,
each one looking strong,
their poison, virus, disease,
and nothing went wrong,
the humans lived on.
A small child walks up to the dark souls,
feeling their cold,
and speaks with a command,
a voice that demand...
And says:
You may not like us,
But by God you’ll respect us!
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