Shadow
A Deathly Shadow Doth Appear
Herding men and women like sheep
Taking their valuables, as if it were wool
This shadow hath no soul
Sheep Herded into Trains
Naked without their dignity
Many a Soul Die, if Fortunate
Where they're going, no one knows
Why does this happen, God Doesn't Care
Satan has a new genius to play with
Where is the light, where is the hope?
Take this rope, tie a Noose
End thine life, spare thyselves pain,
Let the blood and tears rain,
This Shadow marches onto the streets
Cocks its gun and begins to fire
A Decade of Despair
Sandstorms and Locusts
No Wealth, No Food
Then Thrown into War
Who Will Save These Sheep?
Will it be you to fight the shadow?
Who is to say,
Maybe, Just maybe, The sheep will never be saved
Continued to be Slaughtered
Continued to be herded,
No mercy,
No survivors
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