Broken Resolve
Now he is Home,
With his Son and his Wife,
The soldier’s unchecked cravings,
Take over his mind.
The blood of his king,
Now sit on his hands,
The Crown of his Father,
Now rests on his Head.
Not long ‘til the trumpets,
Sound for war once again,
The lust-taken king,
Takes up his Lance.
His lust for Crimson Waters,
Shatters mighty nations,
Subjugates mighty rulers,
Crumbles mighty barriers.
The crimson waters-his lust reigning supreme,
Is the only shield for his broken resolve…
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Submission Name: Broken Resolve
