The return of the prophet

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He came without thy storm.

He came without fire in thy hands,

nor  floods at thy heals.

He came without pestilence at thy tongue,

nor thy quaking ground

but with dust and swollen feet,

with a dryness in thy mouth and hunger in thy belly,

still with thy saviours touch,

still with thy saviours love bound eyes

he blessed thee.

Thunder did not follow his words,

nor the tremors of earth

but a wash of unease and peace.

Where was thy sword he swore by?

the shield he defended by?

the white horse he lead by?

Where are the angels of light bearing the arms of god,

what happened to the righteous fist to sweep the impure from this sacred land

He spoke once more to thee,

the wash of uneasy peace fell again

I know the sword of justice like I know the pen of benevolence that scribes the book

but I have not come with thee

I know the shield of wisdom like I know the coat of faith that protects the weak

but I have not come with thee

I know the reins of leadership like I know the hammer of law that governs the mass

but I have not come with thee

There are no angels to lead this army by

for there is no war

There is no hand of god to cleanse by

for there is no disease

Tis the hatred in thy heart that binds you to this blade

Tis the doubt in thy head that binds you to this wall

Tis the fear in thy soul that binds you to this stead

and when the followers of this teaching gather

war comes

and when the followers of this teaching whisper

disease comes

For it is the truth you swear by that shall free thee

For it is the love you live by that shall save thee

For it is the hand that you greet by that shall lead thee

and when the followers of this teaching gather

peace comes

and when the followers of this teaching whisper

freedom comes

for these are the teachings of god.

Author's Note

This is a piece in evolution, it will finish one day