Wound was the heir, the ruler within fire closed my page, as hatred reigned higher I did notice a knife and hills covered with blood, was I the one whos life is most precious to this new god Indeed I must be loved, for I killed many thousands I opened with highest fashion, pain didnt spare any of these pitiful humans, that the whole earth is covered with tempest and storm of urbans lay bleeding and kissing my beloved feet shall I not wait for the greatest hour when this god sees the bloody shower
urbans, covered, reigned, kissing, shower