The demon lord's son, now a ruler of only one nation
Spreading his gospel among millions
Empires fused and bound together by the fingertips
Of their distinct leader
A flesh parade of a converted public altered from categorization
Manipulated and influenced into a sense of delusive calm
Consuming every word spoon fed directly into their beliefs
As a shepherd carrying his offerings beneath his arms
Garnished statements maintain and keep
His people optimistic and confident
A throbbing army only grows from
The misleading tongue of their new ruler
One army with beliefs expanding through demonic designation
Ordered to butcher the existence of anything contrary
Almost as a recurrence of times past
As previous enemies of the forgoing lord have come and gone
All having the corresponding image
Of god through their own
Incoherent reflection