Taking vows

Oh screw it
I've had enough
Of bullshit and lies
And bloody gray fluff
If I could only learn to bite my tongue
I reckon I'd become a nun
And take a vow of silence in an isolated cloister
Renamed, I think, Sister Argumenter

Perspective

If I am going to be punished
For what I did not do
I may as well do it
Wouldn't you?

If you make promises
You cannot keep
May I do the same
As you lie asleep?

But its not the same
When its done to you
Things are different
From that point of view

And no, it's not about you
Although you think it is
Sometimes its about me
Selfish though that is

Fallen

A sword forged in the flames of hell
By an angel who from heaven fell
Steel hardened in the heat of fire
Blade sharpened on the edge of ire
Wielded in battle, a song in the hand
Alone in the fray, the warrior stands
And the bodies of the men that he has felled
Lie at his feet, their voices quelled
Where to now soldier, where to now
Once you've wiped the tears of blood from your brow?