In this the land of kings
where once royalty roamed
deadly sins did fall upon and dethrone
genocide ran a muck in the minds of men
leaking and seeping it's poison thru their pens
this was in my paradise
the beginning of the end

and our children

they were raped
in raunchy rantings
deviled and demonized
their little bodies fighting on
courage in between tears and muffled cries
still believing they could save home
if they just continued to grow up
even if at it alone
their drive to survive
starting to set our people's tone

as we

we drank and made madness
stirred evil and tempted fate
mistakenly thinking cause they inhabited heaven
that this in some way made them great
as if they would live forever
and these children would never grow
just because they refused to raise them
but little did they know
God had set in motion a plan
that would give our people a platform
for at least one last stand
but they shot them down
smeared their blood all over town
these children torn to pieces
to make the unworthy crowns
instead of being raised and praised

there are no villagers here

just overgrown children
in adult body disguise
the souls of the real children
if you listen than you can hear their cries
they were to lead us
to where we go from here
when the fact that the devil's been
fucking us becomes crystal clear
but pride and envy grew a desire for revenge
inserted straight into our veins
over dosed and now comatose
on a drug that's stench is distinct

and pretty soon thanks to vanity -
my people (the poets) will be extinct


"And the wolf will dwell with the lamb, And the leopard will lie down with the young goat, And the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; And a little boy will lead them."
- Isaiah 11:6