I knew she would order me to her temple
goodness what have I done wrong this time
she wants me as perfection
and god does she insist on it

I am not pure machine
I am a biological entity
why does she want perfection
from a creature that is not pure

Yet here again I come to temple
as the loyal warrior I am, I kneel to her
her request was one command
she ask her war child, to find clarity

I just obey and bow my head
whatever she wants, by her command
for I am her silver sword
her glorious right hand


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris