Enemies of Khanate strung on hooks
Like pigs to slaughter, heads
Thus now, he knelt before the ruins
Cold of sweat, heat
Take everything your parents taught you
Throw it to the dogs
It's
Oh God
The sound they must have heard in the distance
A
Split the sky asunder, a noble huntress of the clan
In
As often as always
Evolution comes crawling from the sea
Alive with
Did you come here to kill or did you come
Endowed with the art of casting
Names upon its beings
The humans
Down the street half a block away
In a familiar place
Chews the fat with his creator
Over breakfast in the sunlight
Though
Don't ever ask us to define our morals
Sometimes when fundamentals
We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as
Well, place your justice in my palm
And then I'll make
This morning there's no rods or staffs to comfort you
They called me the man with the blood of Christ,
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