He sent a cage full of food.
That the poor couldn´t open or even access to remove.
The heroe watches dribbling salivating as the poor unsuccessfully reach.
Then a boy managed to get his hand in from underneath.
He shared the food paying no mind to his own stomach.
Seeing this ungodliness the heroe sent his brave soldiers to attack.
The little boy was slaughtered and labelled a terrorist.
As the heroe came down from his white horse and shook his fist.
The poor were made to lie and put the pavement to their lips.
So again the next hunger pained day the poor tried to claw at the cage and what remained.
The Heroe excited and inspired watched as his unfortunate citizens tried to extract the food invain.
When an old man´s key fitted the lock and out came the all the dinner.
The noble heroe was astounded at such a shameless sinner.
He came down with axe and his magnificent cape.
And butchered half the towns folk before they could escape.
Now the next day the few poor left were feeling less hungry
For the way the heroes axe had sung so righteous and holy.
The heroe became inconsolable and ordered the guards to make them pretend.
When the poor wouldn´t approach the cage they were prodded by sharp spear ends.
The heroe saw beauty and the world come alive.
Tears of joy and blessing he did cry.
All the gold his father gave him.
Blessed the church deemed him exempt from sin.
Obviously god had chosen him, so said all the nobles brown nosing him.
His crusade of passion and conscience spread to far kingdoms, for their church was the only true one. And their riches were given by his father, I mean god. And evil quivered at the sight of the heroe and his singing axe.
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