Hear, worshipers of thunder
Pure evil rises from under
The masks of fake kindness
To fight us in our blindness.
For what we are to define
What was gods’ design?...
Maybe vice meant divine -
Are we headed to our decline?
Rise, worshipers of thunder,
It is now our task to wonder!
Are we righteous in our vision -
Be blind or not, that’s our decision.
For life is not just black and white,
And it is hard to tell what is right.
In this confrontation with morality
We face the paradox of our reality.
Fall, worshipers of thunder,
Your quest was but a petty blunder
You believed in virtuous humanity,
Found only the true form of insanity.
Fallen from gods-given grace...
You failed the human race,
You defied the Nature’s way -
Terrible price You now must pay.
— The End —