Show me no mercy for I was in the wrong
Things that I’ve done where I didn’t belong
Wipe out my sins with the blood from my veins
Spill it from my body and burn my remains.

Through centuries past I have pillaged and stole
Always ahead of the God-fearing role
Take me to hell for I fear I am lost
Actions I’ve taken always carry a cost.

But wait, I’ve been saved for reasons unknown
For what manner of evil will I have to atone
Must I roam centuries more looking for peace
Why not just **** me and speed my release.

It seems I’ve been given a new Holy task
To seek out all evil in which sinners bask
And steer them from evil and back to their God
Or smite them and bury them under the sod.

I venture forth now to quell rising tides
Of evils and witches and other things besides
The hand of my sword is now cloaked in God’s will
I get one final chance to honour Him still.

©Joe Wilson – The Traveller…2014