Redemption And Redemption Poem by Bryan Taplits

The lurch of all the swordsmen,
This sanguinary Pogrom,
The smiles of all the pagans-
Their heathen work's been done.
The cries of babes and women
The bloody stench of war
The lustiness that once was bliss-
But this is bliss no more.
One wonders of the terror
That this viciousness provokes,
To see it's glaring visit
On these impeccant guiltless folk.
But wait upon Salvation
It will do away this dread,
Unfortunately, as we all will see, 'Salvation's'-
Only for the dead.