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The Blade
Once upon a time, I was forged for THE LORD
I’ve always dreamt of proving my worth as a sword
Instead of my current rest position
Behind a glass with faces peering at me through this exhibition
I yearn to have a nice soft neck for splitting
Removed from the mantle, hand on my handle to sample repetition
I am the saber that cuts worse than a razor
You must lick the blood off me for you to get a taste of the flavor
But not with haste, for you must savor
The Enemy’s blood spilled a span of over an acre
Reducing sin to ash in the clash
I open the gash using adversary’s blood to cleanse the grass
I am the last flash of light right before you pass
I am the heartless turning corpses heartless
Burning the forces of darkness
With no pity for those mourning the fortresses’ carcass
I don’t take no form of no mess – beating bleeding bodies until the form is grotesque
But I don’t know best
I am the inanimate object with gigantic prospects
As anything that runs I need a motor
I’d double-edge a couple heads but strength is in the arm of the beholder
So I am no good unless in the hand of my owner
Which is why I don’t side with feeble people
I’d be much more lethal without free will or after, I will fight for THE MASTER
No matter the circumstances, independent of certain answers
I’m not done until bodily organs spurt on the canvas
Out in the field I could be killed or hanged, but I refuse to feel the pain
I won’t be the blade that THE LORD would wield in vain
Trained to carry out THE LORD’s command with zeal, I’ve been drilled
I am the wielded iron with an iron will
The clips in me never go empty
My straight sharp nature has tendency to remedy flimsy enemies
I’m not forged in silver encrusted with a ruby
But at the core of my being I entrusted with my duty then bust with the Uzi
Not to be taken loosely, therefore I do what I’m told
Enduring wear and tear or the usual hole
With lips made of metal, don’t expect me to tell you what the fuck makes me special
The words of a vessel can’t be credible
Gory or not, I give all my glory to God, my life story, my job
I am the guardian, slicing dicing the arms and limbs
I never eat, never sleep, and sever whoever creeps
If they seem to mean malice to my MASTER’S palace
There will be no remains left for the vultures to ravage
I’m savage have you seen the head of a man that looks more like the head of a cabbage?
I take a break although I like to slay my blade must be greased twice a day
I could become dull if all I did was go through someone’s skull
Were there no one to sharpen the saw, I wouldn’t cut the hearts of men out at all
Never have I been as quick as after a visit from the blacksmith
Ready to turn a body into four midgets
Either to build or torch bridges
Once my honed arrow head pierces dome bone marrow, you’re dead
But in this age a rib cage endures the lead
I won’t be called back to abort mission when I fly through the air
Folks die when I’m there
Regardless of all the wishing and hoping
I travel my projected course from my directed source with these events in motion
Since I was stolen, THE MASTER got me with chips, dents, nearly broken
Fixed me up, so in HIS name it makes sense to be broken
Not to be discarded garbage by the grace of GOD the
Fragments were placed in a body with HIS seal of faith in the Godly
For a life devoted to waging jihad – me
First mission, also regarded as last
I knew the art of my task when I first embarked on my path
I recall as I start to be slashed that the mark of my past
Gets me ripped apart by the wrath until this body is cold and dark in a bag
Smile on my lips though killed…Form so still…Blood flow’s chilled
I wait for my MASTER’S “You have done well” so my work is fulfilled
Once upon a time, I was forged for THE LORD
I’ve always dreamt of proving my worth as a sword

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from ASCENDING; The Best of One who May Ascend, released May 17, 2013

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