Crusader
Crusader
Back in our history of the blest
We had the great crusades
Men with red crosses on their chest
Swords against the Scimitar blades
Yes battles fought and lives were lost
Religious faith, obsession
The same true God, the awful cost
Death scythe’d with great aggression.
Todays evil ones would murder all
Is death now a disease
Does hatred of mankind, bitter gall
Create such misery
If Hatred turned back on self
Creates for you depression
Insanity now does spend the wealth
Is that now your impression
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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