My crusdae

Worship the Kings?

Reading through the bible, laughing aloud.

No offence do I mean to whoever starts to frown.



It seems to me God is the evil one.

Wiping out the earth and even his own son.



Just a few questions or queries do I have.

Like why he gives power the evil one?

Surely he’s the one who would wipe everyone out?

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Crucify God’s son just for a laugh?

Then make people worship his instrument of attack?

Is it just a game?

A game we all lose?

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Is the cross just a calling card?

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Are people being tricked into worshipping the wrong one?

It says in the bible that we are evil from birth.

Does that mean we are formed from the worst?

The worst would be evil and he wrote the whole book?

Do we all bear his number?

Dare we all look?

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My crusdae

I charge at foe like the crusaders did long ago,

Battle torn and weary but with my head held up high.

This is no religious crusade, for me that is dead.

This is just to rid the world of my evil that lies inside my head.

As brave as a Viking, as noble as a knight, as ruthless as Ganghus Khan I shall fight.

No more pain to my family is what I do foretell.

As what should have killed me, did not as I live and tell tonight.
 

No legend am I, no fairytale either but for my quest and honour, there may be blood shed.
 

Only those who wished me dead shall witness my medieval streak, as my sword as my honour they shouldn’t have crossed me.

Will I commit such sins as they would upon to me? Or will I find the strength and compassion to leave them be?
 

The Reaper

I put the pen to the paper and the rest writes itself.

As the untold story of the reaper is what I tell.​

It was never my intention to do any harm,

but a wolf in sheep’s clothing is forced to cause some harm.

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I thought I knew all the rules, I am lucky I’m not dead.

People say you can’t change the past

But I say with payback you can wreak revenge.

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Everybody has their demons, I'm in double figures slaying mine.

People fire more at you as they plot & try to *** you from behind.

What really ***s them up though is when you keep bouncing back.

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I see it on their faces, engraved within their stare.

No idea what they are unleashing, stupid and ill prepared.

My eyes becoming colder, evil and full of rage.

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Now they know I am the reaper,

Awakening of the dead

Maybe I was stupid thinking Cupid was real.

Putting trust in a succession of dirty demons, who just wanted to trick me.

Silver spoon rich boys thinking they could crush me.

Anger and frustration leading to despair.

I've screamed to the skies 'Lord help me!'

He ain't there;

all I see is darkness and a path to lead me to my destiny.

Why do people think you're weak if you're real,

have they never heard of the evil that lies within?

Do they not understand or dread.

No more back tracks, no excuses, no right,

no wrong just one hole of hell for those who have done me wrong.

Rage inside my head explodes into the pen

and any unbeliever waiting to steal one of my breaths.

I know I must go but there is no way without a fight,

for all my enemies must die tonight....