Self-Declared Black Crusade

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Th reasons for the infernal and blackened call to arms.

Submitted: August 26, 2018

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Black is this night
 
Soaring with the end in sight
The empowering wind
 
That draws breath to  tear and rend
 
Roars underneath my wings 
 
A choir for a wretched fallen king
 
Harmony of a putrid blight
 
A swansong for Leda
 
In words of the Arkada
 
Deathknells for Troy
 
Perverted cross stained with blood of the boy
 
Tragedy blooms from one act
 
Death is the only certain fact
 
I am the cold dark
 
The shadow strangleing the morning song of the lark
 
Torn from my  arms
When my daughter's eyelids from overbearing harm
 
I swore to slaughter those
 
The light my only foe
 
Who stole my ray of moonlight
 
Devil blessed rites
 
So strike up the skies
 
Pour forth the end is nigh
 
The diction of thunder
 
To tear them all asunder

No myth can deafen the strife
 
Me the lord and maker of the anti-life
 
 
Cowled in the utter grief
 
 
This war is my only relief
 
I am the priest of a new disorder
 
 
I fly blackened to their boarders
 
Whose flag unfurled
 
 
To see her blood stain the sand of pearl
 
Bearing a hatred for men of the West
 
This vengeance for family and lord shall see no rest
 
The is no compromise
 
No sudden doubt giving rise
 
No piped lament
 
Just bodies given shoes of cement
 
To stay the blind
 
And break the infidel's mind
 
Just a shrike cacophony of war
 
To see my blades and bullets bore
 
To feel their bones ashen rain
 
 
No longer am I paralyzed
 
My revenge is personalized
 
A mix of earthly and divine holy war
 
Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for
 
 


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