Oh

I seperated the mold

That makes me who I am

So every action I make is bold

And woe

Are the souls of the sheep

Who constantly will follow me

I'm not a shepard to the meek

From my first breath

On god's green earth

My destiny was set in stone

But I still put in work

I work hard every day

To keep my whole life in play

I never waste a single one

To let my talents waste away

I'm not a miracle

But I am a lyrical

poet with a rhythm

And a vision to

destroy every cynical

but I'm not physical

I will use the words I know

to make him surrender cold

War no need for weapons

with our supression

we'll make them bow

and ask for repentance

see what our gift is

give them forgiveness

bring more children to the lord

let the light rid earth of this

unholy darkness

IF youre quick to

give me the swift boot

I know the devil has

already gotten you

But I'm not a quitter

I'll keep praying

till the demons bitter

hold on the world

is broken fitter

for a revolution

where the solution

is to purge the apostates

and ruin

their plans for ruling

the world and rebuke them

for their dark ways

of controlling the humans