Murder

To draw the blood of brotherhood with ease
To tilt my sword reflecting beams of sun
To settle scores of terror and deceit
To kill the scum

The blood may drip on to the ground below
Of blade so just and thus the deed is done
A sentence locked inside to slowly grow
Its just like home

No love or luxury I’ll meditate
Reflecting thus in awe of poetry
To contemplate of wisdom’s greater states
To come to believe

My acts they well destroyed to greater worth
In actual fact my righteous destiny
To take a life of evil from the earth
And love may be

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