Assassin blade

The assassin's blade struck me before I breathed a single vowel, deep within my being and trapped by darkness somehow.. The fruit of love spoiled by greed and kings and princes sterile my seed. A fortress awaits my yearning heart and a challenge of one to be set apart. Before the fall and screams of death..only three nails and a cross are left..preparing a way to deliver the light and extinguish the conflict of a soul in strife..bound by blood from an unblemished lamb..producing salvation from nail pierced hands.. eternal unknown my body goes to fodder and my soul rests peaceful in the arms of the Father