The Famines

When darkness envelopes the land
And rain will pour like the seven famines
The holy child shall be slain
And give rise to the new evangelization
When the beast shall be resurrected
And thy name forsaken
Thou shalt choose their God

Satan is my God
And death to the god of Nazarene
The count of time if slow
Torn my flesh from thy bounty
For the countess shall dance from thy ashes
Slaughter their God for he was redeemed
The spiteful fate shall be gone
As the famines return
Honor thy vanity of thy countess
I speak with pride since past was not yet forsaken! ! ! !

by claire dela peña

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