" Sumner's Blade .."

In the cloven underbrush, her wounded pride
Sulked, through the aftermath
Of woven lies
And bloodied, strewn, impressions
This was the presence of Sumner's Blade
The sharpened tongue
Quick to cut
And then disguise the blade
Of her natural warrior's instincts
And her slippery intensity
When hacking the truth
From ALL non-believer's
Where once the truth was not
For she is a soldier
In the Army of God's good graces
And lopping off heads
Of those spreading the virus
Is acceptable
For the truth
The ONLY truth
Must survive
Beyond her simplistic
Godly warrior's
Conditioned
Behavior.....

 

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)