MY TOUNGE IS A SWORD. IT IS A DOUBLE-EDGED BLADE. USED FOR LIFE OR DEATH, DEPENDING ON THE DIRECTION ITS SWAYED. HOIST IT THE RIGHT WAY, SOUL. HARNESS THE WRONG WAY, FOOL.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

We March

We march,
march for cause, a purpose,
to save the lost the sick,
the paraplegic.
We march,
march to show the way,
the truth, the light,
to fight this worlds plight.
We march,
march to sustain.
Sustain the message that was
and is and is to come,
this we never stray from.
We march for every man who passes torch,
we need this scorch,
this burn, this desire.
Forge us with this fire.
We march as a generation that will not hide,
will not be pushed aside, tested and tried.
A preisthood, royal.
Not stony but fertile soil.
We march. As soldiers
by the Lord, our steps are ordered.
We march forward,
We will not be cornered,
his words cannot be thwarted,
We march in a world of sprinting crawl.
Profess themselves as large, theyre small.
Wisdom that will fall,
we will not cling,
we march this wall.
Bring down the walls of iniquity that surround,
bring them to the ground,
this is not light walk, this is march.
Some march for evil, for wicked lusts,
we do the same, but for his name in which we place all trust.

1 comment:

  1. soooo well written! I like the way this one flows :)

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