Gallant soldiers fall
In loyalty for their masters,
Sacred blood fills the cathedral
The blood of the innocent flows like a river
The killer lurks in the shadow
Wearing pristine white clothes
No one could have thought
No one could have imagined
Such an irony.
He swung his knife hoping to cut Hudson's belly open. But the old man was fucking too fast. He dashed back quickly and stepped in once the knife missed, throwing a punch that Father Moses blocked with his left elbow before using the knife to chop off some part of Hudson's skin before Hudson could retrieve his hand back. Hudson dashed back holding his bleeding hand.
"Shit!" Hudson cried in pain as he tried to stop the bleeding.
"You are one lucky bastard Hudson." Father Moses said cleaning his bloody knife on his red tippet which he hung around his neck.
