Raising Hell
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
The world grows colder with my every breath.
Humanity is falling apart around your feet.
Learn to love or our worlds will meet.
I will raise my armies from beneath the shadows.
Your crops will wilt while on the meadows.
I will spread death to you all.
Your cities will fall.
Only loves embrace will return me to my eternal resting place.
Copyright © Sam Tudor | Year Posted 2011
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