The Rhyme

When the Earth is but dust
And the Dead walk this place
The Regulator will rise
and lead us to grace

Children will cry
as their lives fall to pieces
but The Regulator shall come
and make sure there is a smile
on each of their faces

Mad men will rule
and good men will lie
in ditches of the dead
as the strong learn to fly

Patriots will fight
and Angels will cry
but it shall be hell on earth
should The Regulator die