The Evermore ContinentA continent once great with ivory-lined fate increasingly dim consumed with hateThe Evermore Continent
They march for war for villages of gore increasingly dim- evermore
Centuries later when peace comes at last a great sight in the sky a dry, golden blast
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the rifles reloaded dress shoes polished well into the abyss perhaps it's not hell
The TyrantA tyrant once rose among men without homes with a promise of peace and no mention of lossThe Tyrant
He reigned supreme throughout his regime as he collided his slaves among the shining white gleam
As their voices fell still among the great spill of blood through the streets remembered ever more
ever more ever more it all passed ever more
A great time passed the tyrant forgotten at last a regime once halted sprang up from the past
With voices of faith they battled for peace an unknowing ag
