Don't you see the end
Its coming back again
And this time there's a rider
With a gun in either hand
His face is grim
His hands are white and guns
Inscribed with Plight
And Mankind's Sorrow
He fires into the air
Lead leaves steel far behind
Arcing up into the brilliant sky
Fast and straight does it fly
But Plight can only go so far
And Mankind's Sorrow travels forever
A bullet wrought with havoc
Falls towards the ground
Impact with raging sound
And all the people shudder
And all the world surrenders
The dust will settle
The rider will take his leave
And survivors have to grieve
He will be back, they say
So let us go make his bullets
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