We warriors
start our march
Our king has
decreed
The Holy
cities shall be saved
Purged of
the filth
That lies
within
Unbelievers
living in sin
Months we
march
And stomp
across
Vast oceans
of sand
The first
city
In our
sights
We listen to
The man of
god
As he tells
us what to do
“Do not
worry,” He says,
“About
killing these
Creatures
and their spawn.
It is God’s
will
That these
heathens
All die.
Now as
instruments
Of the lord
our God
Strike down
these demons
And take
back
The Holy
cities.”
God by our
side
We scale the
walls
We ram the
doors
We invade
the city
The demon
soldiers
Die by our
holy blades
The city is
ours
But the
carnage doesn’t end
We keep
killing
Even after
they surrender
People dying
in masses
Women and children
We slaughter
Our swords
Cut them
down
All the same
It is then I
realize
We are not
Doing God’s
will at all
This
genocide…
The sweet
whisper
Of the devil
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