And Deliver Us From Evil

When famine hisses at so called mighty men

And water one can not own turns into clay

Greed and vanity will be ripped out of them

As the nordic winds finally come their way

When death will long be on its final round

And froze in time one last men’s rotten core

A silver moon will shine on cleansed, holy ground

And the sun is rising over their wars no more!

By Simone van Hove Emery

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