God of the earth

Upon God's green earth the sod is flawed as I peer with silence and never will I weep of its end through violence. As countries possesd by the press molding soldiers everyday may the feral world stress away.

As the new realm of minds create our fate as their huddled in their fair circle. As the dictators spirit has reincarnated into new beauty through the eye of the beholder may the days grow not hotter but colder as the west better invest to only see the unwavering Z.

Let east and the west nuke it out yes it's for the best oh how beautiful we will become.