If I were mortal the world would fear me,
The ground beneath me would tremble.
Media with propaganda and filled with glee,
Machinery and weapons that could disassemble.
Scripts of the anti-christ have been brought,
Even though we try to hide it.
Question the knowledge from what was taught,
And throw it down a fire pit.
If I were immortal the world would fear me,
I would venture far and near.
Mind is empty thoughts are clear,
Yet the world is filled with envy.
Enjoy the sacrificing- erasing the will,
Our lavishing instinct of who to kill.
Separating one from another and the weak,
Creating chaos is what they seek.
For their mind