Holy Cross

A holy cross
Of unknown ghosts
Spawns believers
Coast to coast
With righteous tales
Of sword and bow
We harbor the sins
Within the soul
For holy rule
Of one man's race
They swear allegiance
To almighty grace
Both cross and sword
Held hand in hand
Said to be reason
'Its our Lord's land'
Both hypocritical
And built on sand
The bible remains
Still essential to man

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