Oath of the Descendants
A poem (and promise)
I am a descendant of the West
Where sin has cursed, but heaven blessed
Where history’s made by virtues and strength
By fallen men, who’ve been saved by grace
And though some still will reject
What God has given to the rest
The words we’ve heard and the things we’ve made
Will live in me for all my days
I testify within this place
That I will carry on the race
And never leaving what has been
I swear to share it with every friend
Ane with each person that I meet
I’ll give these treasures that were given to me