My crusdae

I charge at foe like the crusaders did long ago,

Battle torn and weary but with my head held up high.

This is no religious crusade, for me that is dead.

This is just to rid the world of my evil that lies inside my head.

As brave as a Viking, as noble as a knight, as ruthless as Ganghus Khan I shall fight.

No more pain to my family is what I do foretell.

As what should have killed me, did not as I live and tell tonight.
 

No legend am I, no fairytale either but for my quest and honour, there may be blood shed.
 

Only those who wished me dead shall witness my medieval streak, as my sword as my honour they shouldn’t have crossed me.

Will I commit such sins as they would upon to me? Or will I find the strength and compassion to leave them be?
 

Nobody has the answer, not me or my crystal ball.
 

Will they ever see the evil that lies inside of me? Or is it a greater man who decides to turn the other cheek?

I’ve tried and swear I’ve forgiven some of my enemies.

But how can I go on when their evil won’t let me be?



Is there a greater force that is deciding my destiny? No matter what they try I am determined and will succeed.

Just know that I have honour and courage will see me threw,

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But know that evil awaits all my enemies.

I finish on that note and charge into my destiny……….