Milk the Way
Milk the way.
War monger bringeth to Earth the human outrage;
he'll not stop till you've done his destruction with guns and with blades.
Peace is in the distance watching waiting to save;
she'll not let you suffer to long under selfish displays.
A messenger will come with the truth in his wake;
he'll tell of our very own sun and his disgust of our human race.
A huge influence will sweep the land to comfort in place;
he'll make your soul laugh whilst eradicating rage.
A migician will follow to take you to iluminate your gaze;
you'll not want to come back for you'll know forever of such a place.
A mystic you will encounter so listen he says;
he'll show you the future of condemnation and waste.
Then an old man will grab you and tell you to not fear for it's all a big stage;
the end will come easy under the sun's dimming rays.
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