Zeal

Zeal!
It's a clenched fist
and the spittle that flies out from the mouth.

Zeal!
It's the gleaming of the steel,
when the swords are raised to the sun.
Today we sack Jerusalem!

Zeal!
With all its
laughing in the face of death,
because the time for discussion is over, damn it.

Zeal is not soft or warm.
It's freezing cold, or burns
like lightning.
It is rooted like mountain,
and relentless as a crushing tsunami.

"Right" and "wrong"
are just empty sounds
when the will is focused to a point
with Zeal!