Feeble Crowd
Thee cry for peace yet wrecked with hate. This feeble crowd doust fake cruel pain. His people shalt win this day, by Gods design makes true their fate. Victims of deceit by dawns early break. Heed my voice I beg you do, while the side you keep, numbers but a few. Once He counts thy wicked stance, remember by what circumstance. A feeble crowd cries unjust reward, but thee brought this of thy own accord.
