Natural Disaster
winds blow... water wages war...
but the soul burns brighter
as time ages and lifeblood pours,
we see who is the fighter
A Sword cresent slices arteries as he falls to his kness
paid the fee the last soldier falls victim to his angry decree
he was orderd to slaughter innocence,
destroy a village
an immence shot of moral a sensless pillage
the defenceless women and children where to die
he looked to the sky and gave his vengefull reply
I will not kill theses peoples, i will protect them
the was wind still, he was thought to be condemned
he fought till he could not move, a disaster
with something to prove, disobeyed his master
with relexes faster he dropped all twenty
stopped only wehn all was done, blood was plenty
will tears of joy and anger he laid down his sword
his reward, the very people he faught to be restored
turned and shoved a knife in his back... all was silent
the natural diaster had been stopped, no longer violent