Appeaser

murderers warm the seats of thrones
while servants they bicker
as the end times loom
point out thy neighbour as the skies turn gold
its eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth

skies fall and the fire cleanses in its wake
run amok
the wolrd is yours to take

murderers warm the seats of thrones
while servants they bicker
as the end times loom
point out thy neighbour as the skies turn gold
its eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth

point out thy neighbour

false prophets dictate the norm