War (Is My Sheppard)

War is my shepard
blood gifts are what I want.
To lay my enemy down amongst lepers
and madness groves,
filling them with bitter infusions.
In sun waters they repent
there is no freedom for the senseless.
In the shadow of the bark
of cereberus,
I walk guided by red pulses,
beating beneath barbed cysts.

My laments strip the skin
from my tormentors,
and boil their livers in saliva.
My spite be their agony,
vengeance for their unholy tongue.
My veins be the noose around their spirit;
in damnation be annointed.

Surely courage will follow me
throughout trial and temptation,
and victory shall rise
from the pyres of eagles.
And no more bone
shall my enemy have left to sin upon,
no more thirst for evil.
I walk through columns of golden oils
never to be scarred,
into the heart of wisdom fields
and virtue…

@Steven Francis poems 2009