Game Changer

Off in the not to far off distance
The end of us relentlessly advances

The empire we thought was forever
Soon to be relegated to memory

Our once great and proud legacy
Corrupted by decadent arrogance

When they pick through the ruins of  us
Will the judgment of history be kind?

Brought down not by a mighty army
But by a spiritual force we could not crush

The surge began many years before
In a remote region of the empire

A preacher who claimed to be king
Was executed for his treason

We thought that was the end of him
We believed we had buried his dream

How ironic that this prince of peace
Would take down our war machine

Now we find our glory receding
While the legend of this man grows

They call him the Son of God
They say he died for our sins

Does he forgive our part in his drama?
Is it possible to love your executioners?