Ruthless

I was ruthless once
Dedicated to my battles
Cleaning and oiling my armour
My sword sharp by my side
Every hope was mine to garner

Now I am tired
Not from effort save I try
My armor has become rusted
A forgotten sword dull by my side
Forgotten hope to the One I entrusted

Ruthlessness is necessary
When sin bites at my side
No longer staying my hand
At its petty claims of friendship
Rather exterminating it from the land

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