Thelast Don Poet Epic

Gone the World, Sinners To the Earth

My hands are rugged as they are torn,

as the sins of my father has surpassed his king in thorns,

for the takers that have wore false crowns,

for the serpants delivered his sons, for his soul be down,

I promise thee will rise from a kiss,

a gift thee shall give of a eternalness bliss,

the world is but lost ,

an with it his shame, the ultimate cost,

let fire be bound,

an take the earth as she strikes the ground,

for the lord has fallen, he sounds his horn,

of all that left was the savior who was sent to mourn,

it was all that remains of the cloak that was torn,

the curse of malevolence,  too the shepard as born.

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