The evil

That strange evil which had laced mine breath
Banished, no longer brings mine death.
I hath been saved, by light above,
By holy cross and timeless dove.
And now mine bloody hand doth cry.
Unto battle! Time is nigh!
And into war to seal his fate,
Avoid more bodies filled with hate.
Banished true, not murdered yet,
So we shalt push past skill of vet.
Our evil forms not even dog,
But more-so toad, and near-to frog.
And so I call thee, kin, stand!
Let us take our rightful land!
I call thee both of stick and cave,
Drive through our foe, put point to nave!
I call thee kin now to arms!
Our journey, inflict selfless harm.
Upon the land, we’ll make our flood.
We’ll paint the grass, will evil’s blood.
We’ve pushed him out, and now to kill!
Be firm, fight strong, and push on still!