Wrath
You called me i came
So i called out your name
You ran screaming to reason
To love fear and hate
When all that was needed
Was to bow to your fate
You may not of known
The power you'd spoken
The seed's had been sown
The heart strings been broken
This was never a game
To be played with like children
Now we burn at the gates
Of the Gods of creation
So i called out your name
You ran screaming to reason
To love fear and hate
When all that was needed
Was to bow to your fate
You may not of known
The power you'd spoken
The seed's had been sown
The heart strings been broken
This was never a game
To be played with like children
Now we burn at the gates
Of the Gods of creation
Poem by Y.Zsigo
Demiurg by Mateusz Twardoch
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