The Enemy
Your lies bearing down upon loved ones
Your lies creeping into my consciousness,
You are a slave pittling for last curses
You’ve been defeated and your troops only fight for last kills,
Mock me and tempt
But it is you that will be destroyed,
Your fate is sealed from which no deception comes
Only battles can you win,
For my allegiance is to the victorious King,
Indeed you have bruised his heel
But on that divine Easter morn
He sealed your death and my life.
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