Treason.

I witnessed her struggle within.
I spoke wisdom, and threatened violence.
Yet he persisted.

He lied to her heart.
"You are worthless," said he.
Her wounded soul listened to his lies.

But nearby I stood,
Sword in hand,
Book of secrets by my side.

With my book opened,
My hand raised,
I summoned the God of mercy.

In answer, he sent angels of war,
Brought to me his Holy Spirit.
And unleashed upon the enemy,
And, see, his assignment was ended!

The fog of war was lifted,
A life spared.
For God never abandons.

In our darkest hour,
He hears, he answers!
And her enemy was banished.

See this victory and know the ferocious power!
God is not weak.

Enslaved

I am enslaved,
I drink in her eyes,
More emerald than the isle.
Her laughter more intoxicating than opiates.

I cannot escape my mind,
Entangled in thoughts
Of where
And when.

Another time,
Trapped in oblivion.
What ifs cascading through eternity.
A heavy sigh of frustration.

Why must these be the rules of engagement?
Why does one arrive yet a day late?

Keeper of the Grind Stone.

The keeper of the grindstone,
Grins a darkened grin,
He knows of all our lusts,
And fills our mind with sin.

The Keeper lives in you,
Taking possession of your mind,
He fills us with empty promises,
And drinks our blood like wine.

He tells us that our fruitless work,
Will one day pay the price,
But when you think of this again,
It chills your blood like ice.

A slave to society,
And all it's pointless lies,
The keeper of the grindstone,
Lives behind your eyes.