I have been excruciatingly filled by
a terrorizing sense of vibrant fervency
which secretly flows upon the river of
my life's blood.
It serenades my heart with horrifically
beautiful hymns of destruction.
And darts about the castle of my mind
like the shimmering ghosts of
yesteryear moaning quietly into
my ear of what must be done.
As though in a trance I take up my
sword and quickly slip into my armor,
saddle up my steely steed and ride
into the bloody battle filled with
a fiery unquenchable rage.
With sword in hand I swing it wildly
into the hordes of frightened men
huddled on the bloody ground.
As quickly as it came upon my frosty
heart the rage subsides, and my sanity
returns leaving me a shaken regretful
mess of a man grieving over the
unforgivable things that I have done
in the name of my king.
Donavon Scott Vinson
"He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth;
he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder;
he burneth the chariot in the fire." Psalm 46:9 KJV
"And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke
many people: and they shall beat thier swords into ploughshares,
and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up
sword against nation,neither shall they learn war any more."
Isaiah 2:4 KJV
"Fight the good fight of faith,lay hold on eternal life,
whereunto thou art also called,and hast professed a good
professionbefore many witnesses." 1 Timothy 6:12
"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against
principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the
darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in
high places." Ephesians 6:12
