The sharpened blade sits in its sheath.
The armor hides what's underneath.
The holy symbol shown so proud.
While evil acts are still allowed.

The sternest look upon the face.
The purest things he doth embrace.
The youth he teaches of his path.
Yet evil does not see his wrath.

Teaching of the holy crusade,
Allowing evils to pervade.
Knight of vengeance he doth be.
Suffering in apathy....

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