In time I weep
With his demise
Shaking by the course
It's tether leash of sins
Abide by all his kings
The serpents at his feet
Taking all demands
Founded by his love
In which fear has its way
All above they know
Will soon make it's flow
It's course unseen
Across the sky's
Foreseen within his eye's
The great demise
Foreshadows across his tame
His arrows and his heels
Tears upon his kiln
Kneeling at his dues
His bones seem to wilt
Though he feels no pain
Still he crys in shame
Taking all he knows
Weeping deep within
Caring though he halt
In patron as he weaves
Shame burning within
The kings of sin
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