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Solomon Kane

War after war in the name of his sovereign king A seventeenth century fury, devoid of all shame Through pistol, cutlass and rapier, the world knew his name So too does the Reaper, and beckons to Solomon Kane . A time to fight evil with evil, purge wickedness far from the land Anger, murder and hatred, the cost of the toll On the brink of destruction he falters, unsure of his stand No riches, nor rapture enough to replenish his soul . A scream from the Devils Reaper Cuts deep through the ice in your soul “I have come for you, Solomon Kane” “To claim back the Time, that you stole” . You wake from your world of dreams The dreams that do haunt you, still Renounced your evil ways, it seems No - more you will live, to Kill . In penance here, behind these walls of virtue “Oh! Father, do not make me beg, I pray Cast from Heavens favour, crowned unholy Let loose the Devils Children, for to play . The corpses piling high, upon the pyre His bounty just a book and some stale bread From regal and the noblest of beginnings Alone there on the road, he’s left for dead . Dispense now with the boy you gutter demon The daggers kiss then stole his life away “If I kill you, demon, then I am bound for Hell” “But that’s a price, that I will gladly pay” . Adorned by a broad-rimmed hat and a flowing cape His journey’s long, his homeland’s where he’ll start His task laid out before him, Merediths escape No love, nor needless pity, in his heart . The preachers flock have changed now for the worse They clamber for to tear the flesh, from bone As MalachI bestowed on each, his curse The Chapel cellar walls, their only home . The fate of defiance is fixing The Hapless aloft, on the cross Rain softens a cruel crucifixion Sweet Meredith’s … not yet lost . A Priest sold his soul, to the Devil At the castle, of Solomons birth Welcome home, Solomon Kane His friends, cut to bits in the dirt . “Forsake me not, Heavenly Father” “Do I call on your Mercy, in vain” Redemption lies there, at Your Alter “RETURN TO ME” ….. Solomon Kane . There once was a time, full of burden A time without hope, for a Saviour When no-one would stand against Evil “THAT TIME, MY LORD.... NOW IT IS OVER”

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Date: 1/21/2014 9:56:00 AM
Well done piece, complimenting the story of Solomon Kane... Have enjoyed the movie several times :)
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Peter Walsh
Date: 1/22/2014 7:29:00 AM
It is inspiring Works out better when narrated as opposedto read...or so says I...lol

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