What if I force you to plea devotion,
To sing of love into my face?
That is the lowliest of distortions
Among the entire human race.
What if I build a resound temple
Over your bones, filled with corpses?
That be the place for souls to tremble,
One of the evil and grim forces.
What if my path to power and glory
Leads through a field of pained hearts?
There'd be Lucifer's sorority
At newborns throwing bloody darts.
There is no worth in being cruel,
There is no style in deadly art.
The hell one day runs out of fuel,
Cause evil's temple falls apart.
What if I Force
© Copyright: Гульнара Элрод Умарбекова, 2019
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