My Sword

The taste of blood
Sharpens my double-edged sword
The aroma for a war Lord
It's smell rises like burning incense to a god
 
I hate peace, it makes my blade go blunt
I love war, I'm a blood sucking demon
The flesh is a chopping board, the blood my hunt
I was made for this horrific cunt
 
Serve me blood meal, I don't care if you sell.
I taste first like a servant and drink gallons like
a camel.
The rage in my face, wild as hell
Makes me crave for more blood wells
 
I cut through the veins, just for a taste
I slit through the throat to make a blood paste
I'm like judgement, I come like a posthaste
With my sword dipped in blood, I stand poker-
faced