Two thousand years and more

Tides of blood on every shore

Be it Roman Greek or Hun

Battles fought with spear or gun

Murder rape or blunders pain

Millions souls did stain

Trinkets for rewards

Fed the frenzied hordes

Sometimes just love or hate

Envy, power, or a mate

Machinations did create

Blood only could abate

Conflicts of ideas

Superstitious fears

All bring out axe and spears

Nothing changed for years

Demons strong in civil dress

Their hate on masses press

Others to aggress

Their difference to address

Aggrieved by their wrongdoing

Vengeful acts pursuing

Satan’s allies are now wooing

That is their undoing

Once you’ve fallen to his flock

You’re true identity defrock

You’ve fallen to your enemy

Without a fight and on your knee

Oh that ancient fear

To have fallen by the spear

Instead of that you hold so dear

A holy face so near

Suffering in the flesh does wane

Hurting others not a Bain

You need your soul not have that stain

If want of entry into heaven gain

09/09/2007