| The servant of the higher power is summoned by the emptiness of the
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| Lost souls. |
| With wings extended, it sweeps across the land looking
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| For it’s helpless victims. |
| The young and old are it’s prey; |
| the ones
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| Not strong enough to survive. |
| With blood dripping from it’s talons
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| And flesh between it fingers, it feast upon human prey. |
| Fetuses
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| Decorated with blood. |
| Wombs torn from their mothers; |
| the beast has
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| No feelings. |
| It sees no remorse and pities the hopeless. |
| It’s meal
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| Vast and plentiful, for there are many to feed upon. |
| You see, there
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| Are too many who have no need to live and something has to clean it
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| Up. |
| It comes with no warning and takes what is his. |
| The old try to
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| Find their way through God. |
| Yet they are following a lost cause. |
| You
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| See, in this world, he is God. |
| No God can save you from him. |
| The
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| Beast was called by your so called God to clean up what has been
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| Destroyed by the race that inhabits this planet. |
| The beast is full
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| And the weak are scattered among the litter and trash |