I hereby give testimony,
To things I’ve done
To thoughts I’ve thought,
And songs unsung
Hate resides in my heart,
But not in my action
Been touched by desire,
And fell for distraction
Who among us is pure?
In deed and deeper?
Not the warmonger,
Nor the peacekeeper
And I’ve seen too much,
Jaded my core
And felt not enough,
So I embellished the score
My punishment’s been harsh,
Realigned my path
That’s the blessing,
To see through the wrath
I take refuge in Truth,
In the firing line of libel
Still, I demand justice,
While I swear over the Bible
At least I’m honest,
Recognizing my faults
Only to be used as their ammo,
Then accused of assault
For the words I’ve used,
And the Hope I hope
A cartridge of adjectives,
Against an ancient trope
If that deems me guilty,
Guilty I am
But not silent or weak,
Nor a sacrificial lamb
