SWORD OF GOD

SWORD OF GOD

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Sword in the ground the day of battle is over.

The heat of the Sun and the sweat on my brow

raise flowers beneath me

and the echoes of God come back into my head.

I ask for Mercy

for those things that fall short of Gods Way

and acknowledge

that I am no more than a wooden vessel

traveling by wind and Light.

Sword in the ground I wish for peace.

Angelic rise of days end has seen my armament

thrashing those of Satanic imprisoning

and women used by the powers of Kings.

I ask for leniency

radiating the Will of God at my blades edge

mocking the Lord of Darkness

and the desperate tide of fools encamping.

Sword for God the battle will never be over.

I can cut through the mass of evil consequences

still lurking on this earth revolving

and never see a clear end to its endings.

Here I pick the flower

and wonder if there is any Love in mankind’s face

as greed is painted as a gloss.

Today I have killed, and I saved

for children shall always be immune to the darkness.

Sword in the ground I will pull by morning.

Convincing the World of the power of God’s throne.

I will tire when I am dead.