Haters and Crusaders
HATERS AND CRUSADERS
Standing on the top of the mountain was a hater trying to peak.
Looking down at me he suggest that I better come in out of the cold.
I am a crusader, he was told.
I do not want a pandemic in this manifold.
The hater only laughed.
He looked me straight in the eyes to finesse.
I only refined his presence.
A cause had commenced.
As a crusader, he wanted me to succumb.
He had a diabolical purpose and I was being forewarned.
The hater knew nothing at all, only what he was doing to be powerful.
He presumed that his hate crimes were being ignored.
A cause had commenced.
Knowledge was possessed.
Manifestation had formed.
Who are the haters was questioned no more.
The crusade departed in the West.
We marched as Napoleon did.
Journeying from the farthest point in to a greater horizon of wisdom.
Today our constructed form has formed.
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Written 08, 2015!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
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