Judge my actions, strike down my words,
So they don't fly up to heaven or fly with the birds,
Take up your righteous sword and strike,
So that my heart is gone, my spirit died,
I'm not a poet, I'm a heretic, full of treason,
Read my words before you strike without reason,
Is there something wrong, your hand is still,
Your blade is waiting for it's master's will,
So embrace me as a brother, a person, a friend,
And I'll stay loyal by your side until the very end. |
Submission Name: Righteous Blade
