Vagabond

It would seem that my only purpose in life 

Was to be nothing more than a weapon

To the cause belong to other men, my emotions

And the broken dogma of unknown Gods

Still blindly with an over zealous heart I accepted this burden 

While with an ill prepared mind

I soon came to understand the weight of the growing sins
That are now perpetually mine

For in the grips of battle and war

Men strive to become demons and untamed beasts that feed upon the weak;

In hopes that they may elevate themselves beyond that 

Of their own fleeting mortality 

But in the depths of my soul I held an inquisition 

And in time I abandon the ideals of mercilessness

Causing the razor sharp blade that I once was to become flat and almost dull

Thus now as a wandering soul

I did not wish to add to this age of carnage 

Because any demon or beast that stands before me

I know in his heart he is still a man 

No matter how heartless he may attempt to seem 

One that was just like me 

An eager boy determined to prove his worth 

Of what little that he had to others

Therefore with these unfading scars

I instill and embody the lessons of my youth

Traveling as a renewed weapon of peace 

That was forged with the dark flames of my agonizing past

This repentance more so of an atonement is not to save my soul

But to hold the hopes that promises a better tomorrow

For you see

I have always been a weapon, so this life has never really been mine to claim

Yet now I risk my mind and my body as a blade that will never cut
As a manifestation to the idea of a sword that only serves to protect

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~