The Way of the Sword

In a world where all is priced, and even life is up for sale, the Son of God was crucified to absolutely no avail. If a little common sense could go a long way, under no false pretense would we ever kneel to pray. As it was up above, so shall it be down below, all devoid of love will true justice come to know. As dreams are torn asunder while vying to find our way, the crackling sound of thunder all lightning does betray.

Amid a world of strife, where injustice still prevails, the true meaning of life weighs down the scales. Those bound on deceiving only deserve our disgust for faithfully believing in a world so unjust. Since lies have a way of undermining our dreams, the true meaning of life may not be what it seems. If no good deed ever goes unpunished, surely you must concede very little was accomplished.

Since no one is free to challenge his almighty glory, a God that all can see has only treated us this poorly. Some are born in Hell only to defend Heaven above; this is no place to dwell for those who fight for love. Should this be an insult to all human decency, it was never this difficult to take life this easily. Must fighting for victory ever be a serious crime, or is it contradictory to simply vie for more time?

After all these many years waiting just for you, many were the tears shed for reasons so untrue. While so much beauty has since come and gone, 'tis now my moral duty to rise before the dawn. Indomitably we must fight to remain wide awake, having at first light a final claim to stake. Only the very best need never pretend that on every false test our lives still depend.

Mindful of the wiles by which never to be fooled, life's many trials have our destiny always ruled. Myriad are inclined to forego their absolution when faith is undermined by relentless persecution. Some choices once made can never be taken back, leaving the pious afraid and open to spiritual attack. While the martyrs cry for a justice deemed divine, how many more must die before we finally resign?

For sins we never bore, for a salvation once denied, how many more have yet to be crucified? Taking every precaution to avoid this tragic fate, martyring ourselves to caution is to submit ourselves to hate. This dishonor being a disgrace we must now reject, never should we embrace a truth we cannot accept. To desperately fall in love with someone you never met, you must rise well above every false reason for regret.

Life is a real misery for all who have always known that the true price of writing history is doing so alone. Never being rude to whom we care the most, the company of solitude is something not to boast. 'Tis never too late to be one of the few who believe they should wait for a love always true. In defense of this muse, no love could compare, having to choose between hope and despair.

And so dear Lord, standing before you today, ours is the way of the sword, our enemies we have come to slay. For all who now see past your many charms, consider this to be a universal call to arms.'Tis my personal ambition to achieve victory at any cost, vanquishing all opposition while never having lost. Undefeated as I am, invincible to the core, to the slaughter goes the lamb as peace requires war.

Never again to kneel before corruption so widespread, no broken heart can ever feel all the pain that lies ahead. Betrayed by the Father, forsaken by the Son, how long shall we bother with the anointed one? A Bible entirely written by Jews from the very start has gentiles only forbidden from playing a leading part. Now that Judgement Day has finally arrived, our enemies better pray to the God they so despised.

Drawing their last breath while searching for direction, not even a second death guaranteed their resurrection. The verdict to be adored, without undue conceit, shall be rendered by the sword, ourselves not to defeat. Justice is the reason the Truth can never die, the greatest act of treason is the Creator to deny. Of reasons having plenty to avoid the depths of Hell, after a lifetime saving many, Christ could never save himself.

The legacy left behind, always tainted by betrayal, inspired all mankind to worship his portrayal. Two thousand years after the Messiah was crucified, myriad were the tears once shed for those who died. An injustice always difficult to gracefully comprehend still poses a great insult for the pious to withstand. A war that once began with a rebellion against divinity now requires mortal man to accept the Holy Trinity.

Deeming ourselves free to finally win this war, only love can ever see what so many still ignore. The only divine truth to silence all white lies is an old dream of youth that still confounds the wise. Evil being the cancer, our faith not to outlast, love is the answer to all the questions asked. Always to piously value a truth never up for sale, lies can only disvalue the true meaning of this tale.

So until this war has ended, and we have gone the distance, our Love must be defended with any weapon in existence. To settle an old score all seems fair game if victory in war is something to proclaim. Of all the measures taken while in defense of love, a truth now unforsaken is innocent as a dove. Fighting for what is true and what commands respect is the purview of the few, always the many to protect.

Every battle having won and never once having failed, this army of One over many has prevailed. While vying for more of this overwhelming perdition, a final victory in war remains our greatest ambition. And so dear Lord, for all we know to be true, is the way of the sword unbecoming of you? Always to favor war as a natural imposition, the many who came before belonged to an old tradition.

Far from being warmongers who solely worship death, we are not scaremongers sowing fear with every breath. As peace vies to breathe for all we know is true, the sword we now unsheathe only victory dares pursue. Seeing ourselves as weak is a grave misunderstanding, afflicting those who seek a justice always so demanding. So often to contend with the enemies of the heart, bravely we must defend a love untorn apart.

It's a good day to die, as our enemies shall soon find out, cowards need not apply, consumed as they are by doubt. If a religion once lost can never again be found, priceless is the cost of a decision this profound. As so many have heard with a resounding thud, vendetta is a sacred word defined only in blood. Once enough is said and silence reigns over the land, only those having bled will true love ever understand.

So while in search of grace and a woman's loving touch, whom should we embrace as so many rather judge? How long shall we wait for a love always true when the dictates of fate conspire against you? Despite the many questions always deserving to be asked, few are the suggestions on how to read the past. In love as in war, we must each play our parts, bowing only before the true needs of our hearts.

To question the eternity of a truth now to enshrine is to question the paternity of a leader deemed divine. Having no love to share but a name of great renown, what is the point of prayer but to bring us all down? Since the more we ask, the less we are given, 'tis time to unmask all who wish to be forgiven. Opposing the damnation always in great demand, spiritual is the salvation only love to understand.

Loving from a distance a woman never to be met, great is the persistence ourselves always to abet. Does anyone ever wait for a love sincerely true, or is it my eternal fate to always dream of you? If our paths never cross, though our destinies intertwine, entirely mine would be the loss of a love once so divine. In war as in peace, having a shared love to command, never should we cease to strive for the promised land.

Long worshiping money as the salvation that all redeems, this land of milk and honey still entices too many dreams. Always willing to buy what should never be sold are all who eventually die and are never consoled. An infernal disgrace so many to mislead is the final resting place for all this greed. So should we not despise the reasons so many pray when power dictated by lies never sees the light of day?

Always know the price of the dreams being sold; no false Paradise is a true Heaven to behold. Painfully to awaken the wounded pride of a nation, spirituality once forsaken destroys any civilization. That love must be protected by all who value it most is a verity to be respected by all who are eternally close. To the way of the sword we must remain true, bringing only discord to enemies old and new.

Always in the fight and never to surrender, unparalleled is the might of our divine splendor. As visionaries once said while vying to take the lead: the road up ahead should be traveled at full speed. No time there is to waste with false hopes and dying dreams, should we ourselves lambaste for being less than machines. If only by waging war can we attain true peace, all cowardice we deplore while eschewing all caprice.

Never should we cease to believe in the Lord that he came not to bring peace but a divine sword. As we silently swear all powers to fully use, this is a spiritual warfare we cannot stand to lose. Only the very blind accuse our wounded pride of never leaving behind those fighting by our side. Never to surrender while against evil we rebel, always do remember our Heaven is their Hell.

In carrying a cross only to die by the sword, much to our loss, there's no redeeming reward. If we cannot kill to defend our own blood, what remains of the will to rise from the mud? While vying to reign over a love of renown, how great is the pain compelling us down. A martyrdom so cold that never seems to end has long been sold as the choice to commend.

After reaching a new low, so often to consume our sleep, the same hands that sow have also been known to reap. In preparation for a harvest that bountiful can no longer be, of all climates only the harshest might with ourselves agree. The darkness to reign over this great expanse of land has brought no end of pain as our fate is now at hand. The penance long paid to wash away the tears to waste already laid so many of our fears.

So great is the Lord to finally see us through, to the way of the sword remain always true. To display courage in the face of fear is to discourage enemies far away and near. Waging war to defend all we sincerely love most, this story will only end once we have reason to boast. As day gives way to night, always dare remember: in the darkness shines a light never to surrender.

Now fighting for our dreams cannot our hopes betray, despite the many screams of those who lost their way. Being always alone in the dire company of solitude, we must now atone for our long-lost pulchritude. Never to allow Death to make the introduction, standing before us now is our own destruction. Vying for survival and our enemies' obliteration, believe in the revival of our dreams of salvation.

In defiance of hate while keeping hope alive, it's our natural fate to excel and survive. The only true release for those who love a fight is to wage war in peace as champions of the light. Should the use of force be required in our defense, we must now endorse a divine justice to dispense. That love must be defended by all possible means is a choice only intended to fulfill our dreams.

To find the true meaning of life's greatest beauty, a spiritual awakening must value honor and duty. Always to answer the call of a love in need of assistance, from grace never fall as we strive to close the distance. The defense of what is true, amid a world of lies, was meant only for the few whose love never dies. Should the lost be found, as so long ago foreseen, standing our own ground is my love for you my Queen.

As a sign of true devotion to a dream that never lies, this most sacred emotion should never apologize. But how can it be that so many only doubt the reason they never see why some are so devout? As love changes everything, for once and for all, each and every king should one day heed its call. In defense of you every sacrifice is made, always being true to my avenging blade.

So let it now be known: when darkness falls over the land, no man is ever alone whose love can all withstand. If Hell has no fury to appease a woman scorned, there is no greater penury than true beauty unadorned. So Shakespeare my friend, of all the stories told, have you ever penned one so truly bold? Having gone to war only to live in peace, this warrior once swore his love would never cease.

Until the end of time, when our lives start anew, may our love always rhyme in a poem meant for two. Since love always brings a hope ever so cordate, not even broken wings can forever change our fate. Striving now to cope with the distance meant for thee, powerful is the hope you have given me. Love is like the ocean, so beautiful and true, all of my devotion now belongs to you.

While colors still abound and so many life rejoice, miraculous is the sound of your loving voice. But if life is just a dream, we must awake and rise; only death can now redeem ourselves from prying eyes. White lies are so rife until our final breath, the truth about life arrives only with death. Rising well above false dreams not to revive, now killing for love only means I'm still alive.