There's no copying the soul
It's before our time
Oh it's an old soul
Made in the image of the golden road
Sharpen by God himself
Eager to lead us in a glorious battle
For civilization failed to ignore
The insidious spirit from beyond
The fire pit
We can make carbon copies
Pardon by man playing the Almighty
Nightly cloning the flesh
Spotting the true embodiment
Of power that rains down
With the fury of God
Striking down the carbon copy
© GDon35