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They came to be counted
Listening, intently to Their current king...
Encircled, by
His coven of businessmen
The practiced patriarchs
call For every able bodied soul
Willing to sacrifice their all
For shares In the greatest treasure-ever...
Hoards of pirates, priests, warlords, thieves
Fell in step With armies Of old world death dealers
from antiquity. Having been Embattled survivors
Of countless centuries Of victorious warriors,
Murderers and thieves... Having persistent failures
To maintain peace, Fought to enrich themselves...
And those they led. Enemy/ally, friend and foe...
No one was spared long Beyond the mellow devil's
indecent proposals. By smokescreens,
Hide such ill intent... Misleading marks,
Sketched upon skin A written promise,
A beginning. Expectations of civility on a whim
An iconic compromise of dire consequences
For a people lead to void their existence
With no inkling. Of its purpose or its end
Spotters who see the unfolding moments
Stand, at the ready to unleash
Their hidden swords from their scabbards
Raise them high
Upon the signal Prearranged...
Send them Singing ...death in the wind
Of yet another Civilized, kin...
And after They've found their mark
Plunge them deep into the bleeding hearts
Of old and young, Women and children too
Extermination, the task at hand
to Remove all claim to stolen lands.
And fallen empires, which... No longer stand
Allowing no honor
To bone, nor flesh of once fallen warriors
into silent screams Spread over the nations
blood-soaked lands. Say nothing of the priests
Whose deliberate acts Defiled, defied...
A living, loving God, thus Upon, death...
Directly, following Your last breath...
Your passport to heaven
is irrevocably,
Denied
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