Rise UpA Poem by Broken Hearted FauxThe Fight Of Good And Evil
The army is ready
Each one standing halt As they stare down the battle field And praying to their god. They bow their heads as one Kneeling to the ground Voices in a chant, words a different tongue They arise. One man leads their way Dressed in a mere white robe He is no warrior in this battle Knowing the ground will be covered in blood. Their enemies, sharp knives and bows Each one a murderer, a liar, and a cheater Ganging up with their sins Hands ready for the kill. Two kings on their thrones One in a blessed light The other in cursed agony Both looking forward to the armies' death. Which one would fall to the ground? The last man standing tall Who's victory will reign? And rule the world with an iron fist. One to rule it all One to destroy it all And one to look down And cry for those unfortunate. Rise up And take their king's armor with faith Rise up And stare down those who do not believe. © 2011 Broken Hearted FauxFeatured Review
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8 Reviews Added on July 13, 2011 Last Updated on July 13, 2011 AuthorBroken Hearted FauxSalt Lake City, UTAboutHello, the name's Lexy I've been on and off from Writerscafe between life and inspiration. I was once a dedicated writer, always with a pencil in my hand and a notebook by my side no matter whe.. more..Writing
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