The innocent crying baby
Has grown into a young deceitful lady
To a man of brutal agendum
On a mission of no little doom
I see the meek little lamb evolves
Into a ravenous wolf
The sweet melodious 'baa baa' soar
Into a thunderous roar
I see the growth of a region
From garthering of one to a legion
From sallow stage of weakness
To a house of the brute and heartless
I see the saintly white
Turn a cause for fright
Cause of a violence sight
With peace in left and sword in right
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