Song of the Judicator
Hearing voices from my long-abandoned childhood.
Whispers I can never silence while I dream.
Cries of innocents that burn in me like firewood,
Wreaking chaos in my soul with every scream.
***
My dearest Morgana,
You could have reached nirvana.
You could have reached nirvana.
Instead, you rebelled.
This is your final blunder.
For I shall come like thunder.
For I shall come like thunder.
And you will then be quelled.
***
Every moment I remember flying slowly
Over places where Morgana loved to stroll,
I recall her being kind, upright and holy,
Letting justice be a guide within her soul.
***
My dearest Morgana,
You could have reached nirvana.
You could have reached nirvana.
Instead, you rebelled.
This is your final blunder.
For I shall come like thunder.
For I shall come like thunder.
And you will then be quelled.
***
Yet she never thought of laws as something moral.
She let anarchy exist in our great land.
Her ideals are a threat that can turn global.
As her sister I can't let such blight expand.
***
My dearest Morgana,
You could have reached nirvana.
You could have reached nirvana.
Instead, you rebelled.
This is your final blunder.
For I shall come like thunder.
For I shall come like thunder.
And you will then be quelled.
