Glory
Glory is hidden
once again
She had bidden
And created a din
Glory is there
Ahead of me
Horribly fair
Says I made her free
Glory is gone
But not dead like me
The veil has been drawn
I didn’t know to flee
Ah, but what does it matter
Glory lied to me
Yet she caused blood to splatter
Creating a Red Sea
She told me I was great
And so I slew many
Told me it was my fate
And I would get plenty
But what can I do
I can’t tell the living to ignore her
To make the choice they’ll rue
For Glory is not worth murder
Copyright © Trapper Jones | Year Posted 2025
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