Many are strong,
and many would pass,
but they wait,
until the strongest one dies.
While he was alive,
there was discipline and order.
Now anything flies.
When he was around,
there was morality.
Faith was at,
an all time high,
but where ever shadows were,
they waited.
... and they waited.
... and they waited.
When he became old,
they started to smile,
and when he died,
they were elated.
\"Now is our chance\", they said.
\"Finally their hero is dead.
Now it is time,
to elect a leader.
We will take him from the tail,
and make him the head\".
Now unfortunately,
there is a new strongest one.
He will do evil,
and give his people evil,
by the ton,
and he and his followers,
will have their fun,
but hiding and praying,
are those who are,
patiently and quietly waiting.
They are waiting for,
the strongest person\'s evil,
to be done.
Then when he dies,
his followers will wonder,
\'What happened?
What could have possibly,
brought us back under\'?
Now that the skies are blue;
what those who opposed,
the strongest evil person,
will immediately do,
will choose the strongest leader.
He will surround himself,
with many alright people,
and be closer,
to just a righteous few.
And because he is smarter and stronger,
than the strongest ones in the past,
he will last longer,
as more generations of righteousness,
generously last.