I found this swimming around in one of my flash drives so i toutched it up and submitted it I dont remember what i wrote it for, probably just for fun. im not attacking religion, i am atheist but i do not mean to attack anyone religious in this piece. if anyone gets all bitchy about anything, i will feed your brains to my robot.
In white cloaks
they march
with a prayer on their lips they march
on and on and on and on
they march
they do not carry much
a wooden amulet
a basket of food
a beautiful jewel
and the love of their lord
They march.
With the blessing of their god
Their footsteps leave flowers
and their word smells of nectar
with them a caring convert
their shining children
seven flowers
and the bones of a martyr
their word spreads
like shining fire
brining light to people they come upon
searing them
sending them ablaze
they burn them in hell
then, when the people can take it no longer
when they scream for deliverance
they lend the wailing people their hands.
They spread their word as they march
bringing their light
to burn the land
then bless it
they bear the word of their god
to convert and bless
to destroy and curse
they march
they march
they are more numerous now
with the wrath of their god
they do not carry much
a bloody sword
a bag of skulls
a torch
and the tyranny of their lord
their footsteps leave naught but ash
their word rots the air
with them a bloody pentiant
their enslaved children
seven heads on pikes
and an unwilling martyr
In bloody cloaks
they march
with death on their lips they march
they march
They march
on and on and on and on
arm in arm in arm in arm in arm
They march
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