Game Changer


Game Changer

Off in the not to far off distance

The end of us relentlessly advances


The empire we thought was forever

Soon to be relegated to memory


Our once great and proud legacy

Corrupted by decadent arrogance


When they pick through the ruins of  us

Will the judgment of history be kind?


Brought down not by a mighty army

But by a spiritual force we could not crush


The surge began many years before

In a remote region of the empire


A preacher who claimed to be king

Was executed for his treason


We thought that was the end of him

We believed we had buried his dream


How ironic that this prince of peace

Would take down our war machine


Now we find our glory receding

While the legend of this man grows


They call him the Son of God

They say he died for our sins


Does he forgive our part in his drama?

Is it possible to love your executioners?


About @stgreenie

I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

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