Revelations 01:02

A kingdom is a king's dome,

Where the king does constructive kingisms.

The kingdome cries for the king's trust,

While the king does what the king must.

The queen is keen to make no scenes,

Nor see no sins that lie between their sheets.

As the lying king, does unrighteous things,

And sins on while the kingdom sings,

"PRAISES UNTO OURS! PRAISES!"

God, the king of all kings, hears His praises being sung,

But He sees His songs being sung to no one as worthy as Him.

As the praises grow, this king's true form shows,

That he is none other than the world's worse Gin.

The one to capture the people's adoration and demolish it within a day;

The one that will destroy the world to rebuild it in his own ruthless way.

The one God himself feared,

As the end time drew near.

Love lived close to Gin.

It was held as high as he who let its fire go dim.

As the world became heartless,

Love was the only power that could withstand the vast darkness.

She was the last light he planned to dim,

As it was the brightest that he managed to win.

God saw the Love He placed on Earth was still alive,

So He saved her; she was the only one to survive.

This revelation, as time lost a generation,

Proves that Love cannot be killed,

Thought it is lost, one must be still,

And await God's conformation.