Withered Gods - Black Lotus - EP

Curse of the Black Dove

There once was a boy
Who was always left behind
One day he met a black dove
Who could grant any wish he desired

He wanted peace
Peace and prosperity to all

Then people started hearing about the black dove
Envy grew in there hearts
Hate grew in their minds
So they clipped its wings and gutted it from the inside

Hate creates hate
It grows like a cancer
It spreads like a fire
It ends in disaster

He wished for vengeance
He yearned for power
He hoped for pain
They asked for mercy
Mercy was never an option
The curse of the black dove

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Writer(s): Dante Zimmerman
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