Pale

Globalisation must be worldrevolution or growing starvation nature devastation pauperisation look right fight or I and COB does but then forget that you live and die in the gutters of your lie tell I a very brave fly I tell in a valley near a little pond with wakin in bed with wounds tell it East tell it West tell it South tell it North blow The answers in The winds with songs starward force what are the armies of the world in contrast with us you mice I throw the dice You graceless fucking liing helpless killers will loose and is the play over We let your corpses on the earth till newflowers plants jungles grow be part of us surrender or go yonder in forgetting everlasting hells don't listen to church bells tell you lies of peace of satan I said once came not to bring peace but the sword I am your Lord obey or disappear with your masters we won't be regretting warned you thousand of years we're the power of the heavens the power of life or death we are the mighty ones from star highlands here this short story ends and the morale of the tale make your oppressors pale.