The flute was played on mid-summer's day,
For the king of the land,
had a story to be told,

His wisdom so great,
no scholar,
could re-create

His voice high,
rhyming through time,
his words were spoken,
of a land in time,

Long ago, was a land,
with a fierce king over hand,
He ruled with rights,
all through the land,

Truth in words,
fair in all,
this King ruled greatly,
but lacked entirely,
of wisdom and belief of what,
his forefathers loathed,
one God,
higher and greater than,
them all

This fierce King,
challenged all who dared,
to step a foot greater than him,
believing him, just to be a man

But the story of love,
for power changed,
when a prince was born
of Egypt,
from the God create

This young prince,
was a blind eye to the King,
thought to be a son,
but is of jewish kin,

Murder, the prince created,
abolishment was his degree,
running from home,
with fear within,

Founded by God,
blessed with care,
the young prince became,
The Prophet of God,

Back to Egypt he dare went,
to cure the land of disease,
from a king of poison within,

By God's will,
The state was at heir,
as the King of Pharaohs,
dare not to listen to thy warnings,
ascent from heaven,
to Moses and Aaron,
Prince and brother,
but scholars within,

The tyrant King,
of disbelief,
swarmed his lands with curses untold,
with each curse came a belief,
with each end, came to disbelief,

Till the day,
of anger,
the King had thwart,
Jewish and their kin,
believers in God,
die at hand,
while I am King, and God of the land,
he dare challenge,
the God of Creation

With power,
comes faith,
with faith comes the end,
for the King of the land

The Jewish,
Who dared to cross,
A sea of departed red,
clashed upon the Pharaohs's head,
He and his army,
breathed nothing,
but agony of death,
bewitched and betrothed,
to when Doom's Day came

By thy,
my fellow men,
fight in wars,
with a belief in God,
that he is greater and fair with all,
never betray your trust with Him,
He sees, He knows what you do not,
Your end, your life,
lies in your hands,
Believe in God,
fair soldier of the land

Fight the war,
Of Freedom,
in the name of freedom

And by his words,
the King relaxed,
with chants of success ringing alas,
through the bones of his men,
with God at hand,
'this war will be won',
were his final words,
before his spirit left the land

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