6/12/16

I'm not much of a poet, but I just felt like writing this. Make of it what you will.

 

FOR THOSE WHO WORSHIP THE SWORD

If you choose to worship the sword, my son

There are a few things you should know

Your eyes may begin to deceive you

In time every friend becomes foe.

 

There are many who worship the sword, my son

Their hawk feathers concealing a dove

They stoically promise to save us

But in truth wound the ones that they love.

 

For if you should worship the sword, my son

There’s a truth that will twist in your gut

If your God is a blade, one piece of advice

Don’t weep when you finally get cut.