Zealots
Calvin L. Genereux
April 6/2010
We look towards
The skies for aid.
Against the hoards,
We start to fade.
A voice not heard,
A faith misplaced.
It's so absurd,
These men disgraced.
For god they fight,
And fail and fall.
He brings no light,
No life for all.
A doubt sets in,
The end is near.
They will not win,
Throw out the fear.
These broken men,
With gun and blade,
Will rise again,
Come from...
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