Scripted

Scripted --
         Voice;
finding breath,
‘neath dead flesh,
free our soldiers
from your death spin.
          Sinful drives
         the knife within.

Scripted --
         Words
clatter amidst
prison walls;
harmless, aimless,
wandering, falls.
         Trust thrusts
         the slender leaf
                   deeper.

Scripted
         realm --
(I would speak)
hunger lingers.
Defend the door;
the lustful eager,
consuming more,
         deliver us
         revelation.
         Fate twists
         afflicted swords
                   divine.