Dear God,

As a member of Your flock, they assumed I am nothing but a sheep at their disposal.

They assumed because I am quiet and peaceful that I am not anything but a slave to their domineering agenda.

They took it for granted that because I wish for peace on Earth that I am soft and gullible.

They believe their evil ways go unnoticed and will overtake me because I am blind in their sick eyes. They keep pushing their hate; spewing their lies and think I am a fool for my idleness.

With all of this in mind, forgive me as I polish my sword with vengeance running through my veins.

Forgive me as my thoughts turn, as I vow to protect the weak and feeble while I lace up my boots.

Guide me as the storm nears and the drum in my head pounds a steady beat.

Protect me as the enemy peeks out from the dark hole it inhabits.

Comfort me as I watch it’s vile severed head hit the ground.

I am many and we are everywhere.

Together, in victory, we pray.

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