Cry Your Dead Away

Do not ask despair your disgrace. You see the trees of anger. so you must harvest it. You are so eminent, but in fact so fragile. Maybe you take care next time when provoking. Do not ask me think about dilacerated bodies. Time's up to bury the ones that wandered my land. Try hate turned me stronger now. My force is only to see you fall. Your godness surprises even God. Your cruelty does jealousy in Hell. Count the bodies found but cry you dead away! No destruction you provide will bring peace. Your fate is to die with rotten flags burning you. In your burial will not be widows, just lawyers and demons to make you share. Do not ask me to despair your disgrace. You seed the tree of anger. So you must harvest it. Thy hate is only jealousy in Hell. My force turned me even God.