Betwixt the world of clans
Molded skulls arise making claim
A skeleton king oversees
Naked are they encompassed
Skeleton devil who rides the horse
Of blackness beyond the grave
The crucifixions only serve
Yet there is a conclave
They will be struck down
Mid way through their feast
Bones will be reduced to powder
Crushed beneath the feet
Mourning cities will again rejoice
The death of culprits risen
Multiplication of all that is good
Signification of the division
The jester dances to the folly
Appeasing in the name of peace
His sterile lute pierces the air
Putrid with vile disease
Err in loftiness of the afflicted
Evicted from their castles
Blood filled moats surround it
Human kings who once abounded
Their royalty stripped bare
Cleansing takes prevalence
Its superiority is effectual
Archaic characteristics
Antiquated notions with merit
Prior to the ending
Of the terrible oppresors
Who mingle with human hearts and minds
~Moses~
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