Everyones Dead
Before death I stand, inside a hallway of enduring shame
not waiting on judgement, for there is none for such crimes,
just abandoned forever pondering worthlessness,
Everyone’s dead
Butchered in narrow streets, along Jerusalem way
slaughtered countless men women children,
No prisoners taken, mere heretics massacred one and all
Our crusade was sanctioned,
Everyone’s dead
Shame on me, shame on you, giving such an order
we came to the holy Sepulchre dripping in blood
weeping laughing, giving thanks for our victory,
Everyone’s dead
Let us kneel before god, we are your champions
But god was not here, nor walking amongst us
Killers, murderers, interlopers, alone we stood
Drenched in the stench of euphoric delusion,
Everyone’s dead
Raising the cross on the dome of the rock, we rejoiced
Oh god! what did we rejoice, our hatred, our love,
What is love, sadistic love, crusaders love, for the love of god
There is no love, we massacred them all, ....everyone’s dead
Take back Jerusalem Urban said
You do gods work Urban said
Guardians of the peace Urban said
My god give me this day Urban said
You avert the apocalypse of man
We all hailed and cheered
his sanitised version
Now everyone’s dead.
By
David Kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2021
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