the devil's just reward

 
sacredly scribed truth hidden within my poet's keep
I inhale stars and exhale war
breathe in the cosmos and dare to climb
higher and higher still
until I fear I may fall...

then just when I think I can go no further I hear a still voice
come unto me child
enter the inner sanctum and rest
it is my Father...his face veiled from me for a time times three
I see him now sitting in his throne room
the place I shelter when frightened
my enemies cannot hunt me here

I whisper the hateful ones headhunt tonight
they seek vengeance
please keep me out of sight
my armory is rusted from lack of use
my sword of truth dull
I pray thee lord sharpen my weapon to a fine point...until deadly accurate
so I smite mine enemies they encamp round about me even while I sleep

you know he is in a fury to lose a darkling like me
a fool times two he knows I am called to the frontline asleep no more
as I brave the mockery I take up my cross and follow you

into the night I will deliver the note
guard your minds...a brother no more we're at war