This is a poem on Chrno Crusade. It focuses on the main character, Rosette
Christopher. I hope you enjoy it. Please. Actually, you're obligated
to.*lol*. just kidding.
You can also see this poem on chrno-crusade.com.
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A Crusader's Disasterpiece
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I am not a crusader. I don't believe I deserve such a title.
I've never believed.
I'm only starting to.
As it is, so it will be.
I am a young nun in an old convent,
Shoots to kill, lives to thrill,
And has the devil as my advocate.
Or rather, an ex-servant, depending on.
Sometimes I ponder what could have been,
About my life,
How I should have lived it.
I have a younger brother,
(And he is a brat,
Yes he is. I'm not kidding.)
One who sold his soul to the devil,
And has no regrets.
We were lost kids
When our world as we knew it
Fell apart.
I felt like I could cry all over again,
And I want to,
But I have no tears.
No tears.
I was sent to a convent with my brother the brat.
His name is Joshua.
There, I lived the rest of my
Already-tainted youth.
Orphans.
And I, the big sister.
Shame.
As I grew up,
I learned to paint a smile on my face,
One that hid what I left behind
So well.
But paint chips away.
It washes itself in the gutter,
A distraught, disgusting bundle of liquid chemicals
That are used for decoration and attractiveness.
So I am.
I am reckless. That is no surprise, a given.
I never stop to think, only to do.
I wanted the world, and I wanted it now.
Funny how such a persuasion
Can brought down, smashed again
By working for the devil?
No, when I mean "the devil," I meant a demon.
One who paralleled me as I paralleled him.
One who needed me as much as I needed him.
His name was Chrno.
A pendant that I wore for so many years,
One that was as much a part of me as he,
Represented it all.
I was given a gun,
One that destroys the demons
That plagued this country,
This "great" country the voices of the blessed anointed as
The United States of America.
And this convent was in New York,
So it was fitting for a God-given reputation
To protect this nation
In its gravest situation.
Me and Chrno.
Two unwilling crusaders
With one life to live,
And a lot of apologies to give.
More than that,
We're good friends.
You can think of us as
An odd couple,
Like the ones you see
On the black and white
Celluloid screen.
Are we more than friends?
Who knows.
Only God does.
He looks forward.
And I'll never look back.
But sometimes, I still do.
It stings,
As if I turned this gun
On myself.
And these tears fall down my face.
Let it suffer. I deserve it just the same.
I can cheer the most somber of people like Asmaria up.
I can turn the night into day.
I can even become the sexiest nun
That history and God's eyes shine upon
And created from the rib of Adam, if I wanted to.
I can do all that, and more.
But as for myself? It is even harder. A quandary, with no escape.
Why should there be?
How can I cheer myself up?
How can I have the self-esteem I would have had
As a child?
How can I seek love and find peace?
How can I make this world a better place?
How can I be happy?
How can I?
That, I think, is the main reason
Why I am
A crusader.
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End
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Your thoughts, everyone? Please review, heheheh, god bless you.
Christopher. I hope you enjoy it. Please. Actually, you're obligated
to.*lol*. just kidding.
You can also see this poem on chrno-crusade.com.
***************
A Crusader's Disasterpiece
***************
I am not a crusader. I don't believe I deserve such a title.
I've never believed.
I'm only starting to.
As it is, so it will be.
I am a young nun in an old convent,
Shoots to kill, lives to thrill,
And has the devil as my advocate.
Or rather, an ex-servant, depending on.
Sometimes I ponder what could have been,
About my life,
How I should have lived it.
I have a younger brother,
(And he is a brat,
Yes he is. I'm not kidding.)
One who sold his soul to the devil,
And has no regrets.
We were lost kids
When our world as we knew it
Fell apart.
I felt like I could cry all over again,
And I want to,
But I have no tears.
No tears.
I was sent to a convent with my brother the brat.
His name is Joshua.
There, I lived the rest of my
Already-tainted youth.
Orphans.
And I, the big sister.
Shame.
As I grew up,
I learned to paint a smile on my face,
One that hid what I left behind
So well.
But paint chips away.
It washes itself in the gutter,
A distraught, disgusting bundle of liquid chemicals
That are used for decoration and attractiveness.
So I am.
I am reckless. That is no surprise, a given.
I never stop to think, only to do.
I wanted the world, and I wanted it now.
Funny how such a persuasion
Can brought down, smashed again
By working for the devil?
No, when I mean "the devil," I meant a demon.
One who paralleled me as I paralleled him.
One who needed me as much as I needed him.
His name was Chrno.
A pendant that I wore for so many years,
One that was as much a part of me as he,
Represented it all.
I was given a gun,
One that destroys the demons
That plagued this country,
This "great" country the voices of the blessed anointed as
The United States of America.
And this convent was in New York,
So it was fitting for a God-given reputation
To protect this nation
In its gravest situation.
Me and Chrno.
Two unwilling crusaders
With one life to live,
And a lot of apologies to give.
More than that,
We're good friends.
You can think of us as
An odd couple,
Like the ones you see
On the black and white
Celluloid screen.
Are we more than friends?
Who knows.
Only God does.
He looks forward.
And I'll never look back.
But sometimes, I still do.
It stings,
As if I turned this gun
On myself.
And these tears fall down my face.
Let it suffer. I deserve it just the same.
I can cheer the most somber of people like Asmaria up.
I can turn the night into day.
I can even become the sexiest nun
That history and God's eyes shine upon
And created from the rib of Adam, if I wanted to.
I can do all that, and more.
But as for myself? It is even harder. A quandary, with no escape.
Why should there be?
How can I cheer myself up?
How can I have the self-esteem I would have had
As a child?
How can I seek love and find peace?
How can I make this world a better place?
How can I be happy?
How can I?
That, I think, is the main reason
Why I am
A crusader.
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End
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Your thoughts, everyone? Please review, heheheh, god bless you.