The Shadow Weaver
Vengeance stemmed from the fury
Of a violent acts struck for glory
Campaigns for God,
Through lands of blood,
Gains were great, but the gory flood
Told the Shadow Weaver of another story…
Men cut down in their prime,
Severed veins, the broken sword, a violent time,
Human remains blessed by the Lord,
Such discord, in a world ruled by the steel of the sword…
Whispers from the Shadow Weaver mocked man’s fate
‘Share the hatred at the gate’
It seemed to say
‘The destructive act will seize the day’
As if mankind had made a devil’s pact
Written not in ink, but by blood filled pen
Signed with the cross by foolish men
Who bitten by a demon’s bite
Would only kill, and stave, and fight
Silently the twisted one,
Would drop the sword and raise the gun
The Shadow Weaver with monstrous glee
Would be heard to speak
‘Oh what hatred mankind does wreak,
Break their bones and tear down the church
Cast out God,
Bring back the birch’…
Now with the atom being split
By the button the Weaver sits,
Waiting to free our world
Wishing for oblivion to be unfurled…
Prejudice, hatred, we all must share,
To welcome thee of little care
Into the Shadow Weaver’s lair…
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