For he was brave enough, To know his destiny, And coward so much, That he succumbed, To the fear of unknown. He carved God out of his heart, To be engraved on the stone, The path of the devil then, He embraced all alone. You can tell a lot about a man, From the God he worships, For the sins he committed, Stay forever in his heart, Confessions of his murders, Mumbling on the edge of his throat, Almost on his lips. The man created God, To bear his unbearable guilt. His dreams are cursed to an eternity, With the sights of those he killed. The stains and screams haunt him, From the blood that was spilled. To atone for the graves of his victims, Were the churches and temples built.
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