The Recreant

The fight for faith is a losing battle
When the lives we take
And the decisions we make
Seem to always just leave a corpse of the cause

We gave our word
And we took our oath
But as I watch the approaching conflict
I find my words empty
My faith weary
And my god absent

My heart moves
For the people I'm supposed to hate
Though I keep it to myself
My thoughts are those
Of the heretics I am to conquer

I see them praying
Their words echoing
Off the hills and walls
That make up
This inhospitable landscape

I take their cue
And get to my knees
My god may be missing
But my prayers
May mean something to someone

I take the chance and bow my head
My words intermingling
With those of my fallen comrades
A practice in faith
In a world of hate