The Fanatic

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My ears will be of service,
Listening to all your whispers.
Take me forth to your light,
Send my body to shivers.

Your word is my word,
Your will is my salvage.
I'll cast them upon you
And earn my safe passage.

There I will stand,
Eye to eye with the infidel.
My last final smile
Before I rid them of their peril.

And to the white, pearly gate,
I never came.

© James Baker