So you say you love my King.
Then grab your sword and fight with me.
In a war that been waging for years and years.
They say an end’s in sight but I say we still have to fight.
To share message of love and redemption and fight off the world’s oppression.
You have a spiritual high, just reborn and already ready to die.
I hope you know what you signed up for.
We are warriors. We aren’t monsters.
We aren’t residents. We are aliens.
We are the sons of Abraham.
Now let me make a few things clear.
If you ride with me you must adhere.
This nonsense of judging those who don’t believe will not fly with me.
Don’t you dare think for a second you better than anyone else.
Call yourself servants of the King.
You are serving the grand enemy.
Bite Your Tongue.
We are warriors. We aren’t monsters.
We aren’t Residents. We are aliens.
We are the sons of Abraham.
This world is no longer our home.
It has been poisoned!
We must end the hate.
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