Ryan Brodesser

Rookie - 64 Points (9/16/1994 / California)

The Holy War - Poem by Ryan Brodesser

Blood washes into the river
And flows away and flows all day
In hopes that we can be delivered
From those who don’t pray

They don’t deserve anything except our ire
let us claim what they do not deserve
They shall face the The Lord's heavenly fire
And will bless those who humbly serve

So by fire, by water, we shall take
By burning steel, and flashing blade
For the His most holy sake
Shall the unbelievers, and unrighteous heathens be swayed

All their cities, in the forsaken East
We shall take as His Prize
And in the ruins we shall feast
And their errors we shall thus sternly chastise

So lead oh Richard, king and faithful to his word
Lead your armies and clash over the sands
Take the Middle East by fire and sword
To save all the heathen lands

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Based on a true historical event, it was somewhat hypocriticaL. R and R!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

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