Incapacitant Poem by Champion Chris

Weapons are made, for murder and war
Cowards won't fight, instead they soar

Their ability to kill, is but child's play
No one fights alone, at the end of the day

Blood and gore, surround the field
The winning team, shall never yield

No honor beholds them, their pride is dead
Heretics die, as they lose their head

The Church is corrupt, the slaves are divine
Templars pay bribes, to the serpentine

Soldier of darkness, man of light
Shall cast off his shadow, and finish the fight

Swords are broken, guns are empty
Fist fights break out, 'Come on, tempt me! '

Ministers of evil, Monarchs of chaos
The Holy seek peace, but nailed on the cross

Crucified, was the Master's son
But sins forgiven, crimes undone

Resurrected with grace, powers behold
Death has no power, no matter how cold

Soldier of darkness, divine of heart
Sees his God, and wants to be part

Power and Grace, Holy and Damned
All evil banished, your theory is slammed

His religion means more, than his sword to fight
Make fun of it, and he'll extinguish your light