Make Them Pay
Stand atop their graves
You're king now
Turn their souls to slaves
Make them bow
Show them their darkest days
Find a reason
Just make believe
They committed treason
Make them grieve
Don't let them see the suns rays
Tears to mist
Where they lay
They'll raise a fist
But make them pay
Written on July 14, 2012
Copyright © Lily Mayfield | Year Posted 2012
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