Wrath
The word God was stricken from the land
It was void of meaning in his sinister plan
Like a plague the Ogre appeared
They knelt before his wrath they feared
A narcissus like none before
Rotten to the core
He lied he stole what ever he pleased
His followers some strange disease
The decay of all that was good
The church with the Ogre they stood
Having destroyed the pillar of State
The people blinded never saw the fate
From the East and West came the end of time
A plague a virus for their crime
The Ogre promised to save the day
In the name of God they prayed
Millions became sick at death bed
Facing the God they mock their final dread
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