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.