A Warrior's Wrath
I want to kill you!
That’s not my right
Though once again I
Have lost the fight.
To vent my hate and
Express my rage
I dedicate yet
Another page.
You’ve twisted ev’ry good gift
Jehovah God has made.
You’ve stolen precious worship.
The lie’s your stock and trade.
You’ve broken fam’ly units,
Replacing them with gangs.
All artistry and music’s
Poisoned by your fangs.
And work is not a pleasure.
All satisfaction’s gone.
You’ve fouled up all the morals
You gruesome, fiendish con.
Take my life or torture me!
But leave my friends alone.
I will take all you can give
And I won’t moan or groan.
You’ve spoiled all that’s decent
And all I care about.
You’ve taken peers as victims—
Diverted from the route
To happiness and life which
Are gifts you cannot give.
All suffering aside,
You I will outlive.
For temporary death is
The worst that you can do.
If that’s what it will come to,
I’ll go down cursing you!
I daily pray for power,
And power I receive.
I’ll win, but not on my strength.
Just what will you achieve?
When all is said and done, a
Vague memory you’ll be.
Christ will render judgement.
All mankind will be free. . . .
And all you’ll have accomplished
Is proving our God true.
The misery you’ve dealt us
Will all go down with you.
By Shawn M. Roeder
© 2012 Shawn M. Roeder
(All rights reserved)
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