The White Horse
The white horse had just died a lonely death
His rider was crucified as if he were the coming of the 2nd
May the one who killed the innocent form of justice
Be the one to carry the weight of grim until pressed
The rider was sent on a mission to relieve the chosen one
The one was chosen and brought to the black hill to wait
He waited for you.....me.....us.....but we failed him
We have not committed ourselves to the savior of good
We have only one last chance to rid evil for before spilled blood
If this is the chosen ones ways to allow us to view
What we need to turn us away from the few
For our lack of committment and honour to the wise
Left the white horse and its rider in sure lifeless demise
The one who killed the beast and his proud man
Was the ones who will kill the future of this tiring land
It was not of evil that rid there energy
If was you.....me.....us.....that failed priest to hold her
Try to sleep with peace even though the burdon in on YOUR shoulders
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006
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