Before this earthly battle comes to an end,
There will be screaming from a tyrant at hand,
Basking in glory of excitement so grand,
Die will this tyrant be, together with his clan.
A new age will revive, from dust we stepped on,
A new King comes forth, with hope given to all,
A new kingdom will rise, to stand against the old,
A new day will be born, with love prevails along.
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