Your taste of vengeance
ruptures the joy of my soul
as your killing desires
spinning way out of control.

Cruel world you retaliate against
obviously your first line of defense
the anger of your hands all tensed
battling the mind's common sense.

Your bullet days will run out
as your blade nights will dull up
better think of a different route
before you're dead or handcuffed.

But the love of one heroic man
already paid that heavy price
with both hands and feet
certainly we call, Jesus Christ.

Your bullet days will mold away
life's rough edges of clay
and your blade nights starts to pray
for the love we can portray.

(Written in July 17th 2002)
© Jerse95