The light made by the angels.
The little creatures,
Starve to rescue their lives.
Fear not little creatures,
Time to get rid of the butchers.
You are no more helpless beings,
For Angel will mend your broken wings.
Be not discouraged until end,
Gods has many saviors to send.
A glimpse of hope the bird sings.
You are no more helpless beings.
So dear, hold my hand,
To save you in the slipping sand.
Nobody bothers you again.
As the empire of darkness is slain.
My messenger, the white dove
Is spreading the message of love.
Everybody is going to help the helpless.
It is time to have a happy place.