QUEST OF A CONQUEROR


Eyes shut, mind blown
Maybe a shock of the fallen reign
"Hallelujah! ", exclaimed the old priest
"God be praised by what the lover did."
Fighting a bunch of soldiers, alone
Thinking of the grave, which he just came from
Blood of the father on his own hands
Thoughts of betrayal abide
'd kill himself rather than plenty
Die with ones blood rather than plenty
Peace was never an option for the conquerors
Either kill a hero, and die a hero
Or kill an innocent and die a hero.

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