The Rising Son
Trials of man since the days of old
On common ground treachery would unfold
Lives are sold
Lives are lost
For the price of gold
Or whatever the cost
But the cost is more than you can bear, for one
Because your soul will belong to the Rising Son
…I am everywhere...
In the earth, sea
And in the air
…I am everything...
In your mind, dreams
And your reality
Vindicator of all that is despised
Taking lives till his vengeance is satisfied
The path of one road
Will lead many to fall victim
To the wrath of a ghost
And no one will know
Exactly who, when or why
He comes for your soul
Eventually, in due time
When the fruit is ripe on the vine
He will reap the harvest to make his wine
There are many ways to be devoured
It matters not if you’re brave or a coward
Soon, it will be plain to see
To leave this earth, you pass through “He”
He who calls himself the Rising Son
Vindicator of all that is despised
Taking lives till his vengeance is satisfied
-Boz-
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