Give Me A Sharp Sword, And I Shall Bring You Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Give me a sharp sword, and I shall bring you
your adored god's head, on a gold plate,
and lay it, carefully, at your lovely feet
for you only my love, for you,
to step on his face
and smile,
as he always did, without regretting,
to your dream and mine.

And I shall chain all angels,
winged or not, it does not matter
as I find them guilty too,
for your tears and your broken heart,
and I shall make their holly Heaven,
my home, your home, and our children's,
though they are unborn.

But don't worry dear,
Hell will have a plate of his own,
I'll kick the devils asses too.

Yes, that I'll do for you,
that and a thousand things more,
no...
a million things more.