Holy War

This is a war
Past the point of no return, I will take the
Trophies of my enemies, staring down the
Hordes of dark forces scattered in the
Distance, not knowing what awaits them

Trust is earned, not given
And respect is a virtue not easily handed down
Betrayal is a rite of passage
And suffering the new norm
Jealousy and bitterness are the footnotes of our youth
And our hatred blinds us to the light

But we are surrounded by our enemies, the
One's who seek to keep us from the one true God
But we are living in a new revolution
And their days are wearing thin

Watch as we destroy the illegitimate
One's who reign terror upon the innocent
Will receive no mercy in this life or next
And we'll send them straight to Hell!



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Conner
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