by bob county
Let those who can hold; stand.
"Thou wouldst be deep in the secrets of Mother Church?
Know, then, that I have both scrip. Those who hold with
the Vulgate and Orthodox. What blood has flowed from
calvary's cross. If man might control God's mercy, there
would be no need for war or miracles." The Red Knight
"Thou wicked base born shameless man!
Dost thou dare to raise thou voice against Mother Church?
You pry at holy mysteries, to which your hog's mind can
never rise! Keep silence, lest I cut you in two!"
The White Knight spoke.
"By the gallows like a carrion crow, you squawk!
A fine root can be found beneath the feet of dying criminals.
Mandrake, a fig for your curse! Bide it and it will make your
staff a pleasure for any wench. I am a free man and dare
say my mind to lackeys." The Red Knight drew his sword.
The battle was joined. No quarter given.
For God's salvation must be fought for.
Who should win? And what is this faith for?