When He Will Rise

Sun’s above head and the winds slow

Never knew who the friend is and who thy foe

The future is dark and filled with despair

Till those tyrants rule from that golden chair

The people face the similar fear

Which would be the next county getting tear?

Lives of men ruined by people on their way

Now is shattered the place that was once gay

For only the doomed flourish and the good daily die

Powerless and innocent that poor flesh lie

What a shame it is getting killed by own blood

Without a funeral the kins left to get mixed in the mud

In such times tell the texts so old

Will raise a knight so brave and bold

On a white horse he would ride

Being the god ending this sinful tide

His hand would hold a lightening whip

Across the bodies of sinners it will flip

Sinners for mercy would bend and plea

While the good with the angels flee

It is going to happen the way scriptures say

The day he will rise would be the doomsday.