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I shall begin

With vigorous will

A tale of 

unfortunate acts

But no one had heard

It starts with three men

Holding their shields

Swinging their swords

Slashing rotted flesh

But no one had heard

In an epoch

Where bravery

Was

The most priced possession

But no one had heard

Disfigured faces

Screaming in agony

Violently shaking

On stains of ferrous wine

But no one had heard

Satisfaction is acquired

From these morbid events

Having been done

For a single end

But no one had heard

Had they finished

They felt mighty

For what have they done

Restless murder

But no one had heard

But who were the monsters?

They haven't gained

Not glory nor victory

From their false rivals

But no one had heard

They just did as asked

Not doubting a word

From what their master said

Obedience of dogs

Buy no one had heard

Few knew truth

Of the rotten

Who were only people

Distorted 

But no one had heard

Plagiaries of essence

Blinding inner judgement

Extraction of emotions

Removal of morality

But no one had heard

The few who knew

Did all to tell

What was real

And what was hell

But no one had heard

They ignored the learned

Continued with crosses

Blabbering insults

They charge ahead

But no one had heard

Massacre of innocents

Who were only plagued

In the name of deities

Committing contradictions

But no one had heard