Well since this archaic and has been sitting on a disk I found the other day I don't know how old it is. I was also to lazy to edit. Ah well.

The blessed saviors,
the cruelest dictators,
all one and the same.

Human one and all,
and through that flawed and erred,
however, a relief that is not,
for those in the way.

Those in the way,
children, parents, wives,
the ones hurt,
are the ones led.

They perish alone,
by blade bullet and bomb,
those who follow find death.
Those who lead find damnation.

Taking our selves beyond,
what god had wrought,
through our minds come power.

The evil we brought forth,
through our mind,
the scorched earth.

The steel reapers fall,
The colonies of man topple,
followers and leaders alike,
nothing more than bone.



I realize this was crap, however I have no clue when i typed it, maybe when I was 12. Anyways I needed something here to call my own and this fits the bill despite being sub-standard.