I want to be the villian of love

The one who drowns the fire with love

The  countless hours of cleansing the soul accumilated couldn't outstretch

The waterfall which comes breaking into my stream of consciousness

And pushes through my walls, revealing evil submerged

My spirit wrestles with the human hand of war

I wish to be the one who took the wicked hand and cut it off

I want to lead him to his savior, as my savior did for me

Will my love recognize me when I awaken

When my shell is cast and my true calling come to be?

My fear awakens a continuous flush of human flesh, and a toast of  the holy grail

To never break free within these confines but instead

To live within the flesh and bone of standing up for my beliefs, a battle

The spirit and the hand living as one, could it be we can live in peace?

It's highly unlikely, unless I follow the peacemakers' truth

And live within those rules which keep me sane.  Not wicked

To feel the honor of pureness embossed into my skin

By waking to the clean lullaby of spiritual rhythms

Oh grant it to me please, and grant me my love

Is there such a thing as a perfect love, one with me, one with God, and one who will never give away solely to the human flesh

Letting it consume his peace of mind, forgetting that God is the one who will remember.  Please let him never forget.