Ending the Worldly Chaos
Child of the sun, bless my soul
Child of the sun, reveal your goal
The beings of the moon cause much havoc
Leaving humans to rely on lycans and manics
Man in space
Wants no one to see his face
Because of this case
Everyone too scared to chase
That of which is shrouded by mystery
I just pray it will soon be history
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