My blood pours out through the pen's tip
like the slip of a tongue across parched lips;
be not afraid, for while my thoughts are sharp as blade
the pain they bring grave will fade,
like the scars that they will make.  

Mystical markings in the sky and on the skin
a task alone so daunting, to deny it would be sin
The universe beckons, invoking our thought,
it is time to reap the harvest that we have wrought
Monumental it stands, a vision recognized
I've been running for so long it won't leave my eyes
I've screamed out denial, with excuses for years,
while my heart grows strong enough to beseech the air, defiled.

My body a new temple, example so simple
make my life a poem, live to evangel.  
Cries from my eyes prove what I need comes to me,
no more chasing faith, I walk this tightrope with ease.

Drink deeply of my sadness, for no more shall pour forth,
merely energy to be reinvested, our power to be restored.
I write not these words, I am merely vessel and they come to me,
the less I think the more they are set free.

Indecision and apathy have been my core so far;
solid in the night, now far away like stars.
I'll campaign with my brain, let them try to silence me,
someone must right the chaos; I know it must me be.
I've sat upon this throne before, I know what must be done;
I've been the great, the saint, the poet late;
in this life I'll make my war.

because the god of war I am by sign, my age and year are now
you doubt but I shout
 I AM the chosen one.
If I die, I'll rise again upon this cosmic mission,
not zombie but spirit; power unabating,
no point shall I be missing.