Strings of Nature

Behold the gates on hell have opened
And the devil that lies beneath has awaken
In his hands holding the strings of men
The army of demons assembled is line
Time for destruction of men

His show has arleady begun, the pupets cant run
The strings that holds us are strong, cant be resist
We search for enslavement, rather than freedom
We run toward the strings, we run toward him
Its time time for destruction of men

No one is running for shelter, no one is now or later
His weapon is nature, We are all under the controll of nature
Hunger, poverty is what we suffer,and he promise for better
Trapped in his strings, we are all puppets of nature
It is time, time for destruction of men

This world is his playground, our souls is his trophies
His puppet show is incredible his rewards are remarkable
We crash in his presence just like flies in his hands we dry
There is no wings to fly certainly not a shoulder to cry
We wait for the time, for destruction of men

Caught from his beautiful strings, he has broken all our wings
There is hope yet we dont see, there is light yet we are blind
Blinded by his gifts blinded by his strings, as we enjoy being his puppets
Slowly we loose our place, our place in eternal grace
Yes, it's time time for destruction of men

Turned our back on our maker, blinded by the strings of nature
We are no longer worthy, our hearts are forever dirty
All the hope is there has always been there, we too blind to care
We hve accepted what's coming there, with the joy he brought here
We are destroyed by him, yes we are!
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Poet: Onesmo Ndile
Year: 2016