This Solemn Crusade Poem by Michael Lee Buchanan

These solemn words, are nothing more than lies
said from the mouth, of the honest and true
stuck upon lips of evil, the truth dies.
This innocence couldn’t last, this we knew
the worlds not over, yet welcomes the few
Giving us a reason to proclaim war.
And create a crusade to kill in dawns due;
For sinners debauchery just wants more,
my brothers let us raise arms in hope, For
the disease called sin keeps on spreading.
We will go to church and compose tonight;
And tomorrow we shall start the shedding.


My brothers, sin shall die, cut down thy fends
Mend thy religious rends, foes must fight friends