Wednesday, 4 November 2015

The glorious dead

No more do I worship……
man made idols in the sky
God fearing is mere words 
Exorcised now are they that don’t exist…
Label how you feel it
It matters not…..
Religion to me if you call it such
My brothers…..
I am not worthy to receive you,
but only say the word
I will be at your side with a full magazine
Venerated are those that fell
Glory be as you march
through the halls of Valhalla
Its you I truly love
Once a year I drink at your alter
To the glorious dead.

© Tony McNally