Shadow

White warriors battle in my blood and yours Holy crusaders, a selfless, sacrificial corps Sinister, malignant foes in red rivers quicken Legions of paladins on the battlefield lay stricken Now extend your scope, envision the whole globe Behold this world wrapped in its rancid, rancorous robe Dungeons, asylums built for the wicked, and culpable Disuniting one body into the judge and the untouchable “If a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand” This ancient, ancestral teaching we still cannot understand Thousands of years have passed, the answer remains the same: Nothing must be left in the shadows, forgotten, a victim of blame