Woundheir

Wound was the heir, the ruler within fireclosed my page, as hatred reigned higher Idid notice a knife and hills covered withblood, was I the one who's life is most pre-cious to this new "god"Indeed I must be loved, for I killed manythousands I opened with highest fashion,pain didn't spare any of these pitiful hu-mans, that the wholeearth is covered withtempest and storm of urbans lay bleedingand kissing my beloved feetshall I not wait for the greatest hour whenthis god sees the bloody shower