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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 © | Year Posted 2011




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