HE MADE ME A WEAPON, NOT A WITNESS | GOD TURNED MY PAIN INTO POWER
I
Behold, Faithful Servant of the Lord, are you ready to die;
Serve as divine armament, the shield and sword!
Don't speak of Gospel, witness it in blood and smite!
Cast down the machinations of Evil, the unjust yokes, smile;
the Archons of Gnostics, the Established leaders accord;
those, who only consider, but never follow, afford!
Go out and do Justice, you the blade of Heaven, Shine!
II
Break down, and thunder in your peril, draw out your darkness;
charge ahead, unsheathe yourself, don't be afraid of the Monster!
For Jesus Loves thee, beautiful nightmare, when the peers heartless;
don't seek love from this world, but become, who loves, bless
the battlefield with salt and fire, to make the demons muster –
you shall gather the family you never had, with Court-Jesters;
and defeat armies with One Word from your mouth, Confess!
III
Surrender to your fate and loose yourself in the quest;
anointed by your anxieties and dread, the juggernaut!
Go berzerk and unleash your fury, to Grace the feast.
You are the Reaper, who goes to take the yeast;
what the enemy glittered on the carpet and moat.
You shall give children true Providence, what dost bloat;
leading to the Promised Land, without loosing the least!
added sixth line to first stansa which was missing.
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