Preacher

Your knowledge spilled onto the ground

My laughter was the final sound

You heard before your trek on high

The joy to see you finally die

I cursed your name for years and years

Those late night screams and morning tears

The ones above, they heard my pleas

To put an end to your disease

It went so deep, my hate for you

You hated me, this much is true

Without just cause and without reason

My hatred caused your final season

I’ve journeyed not to see your stone

You’re better off left all alone

Perhaps again but not so tragic

My power surge of modern magic

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