Kasidi vs AI (17) - The Sword

The Sword
Tri Budhi Sastrio

It is written on the book of prophet long time ago
That a sword will stab on the new disciples
Without mercy without hesitation without pardon.
Just stab to kill, just stab to punish, no mercy.

Awake! O sword, against the keeper of my flock,
And against him who is with me, says
the Lord of armies:
Put to death the keeper of the sheep, and
the sheep will go in flight:
And my hand will be turned against the little ones.

It is clear, isn't it, that the command is no mercy.
Then the Lord continues with his command:

And it will come about that in all the land, says the Lord,
Two parts of it will be cut off and come to an end;
But the third will be still living there, says the Lord
And I will make the third part go through the fire,
Cleaning them as silver is made clean,
And testing them as gold is tested: and they will
Make their prayer to me and I will give them an answer:
I will say, It is my people; and they will say, the Lord is my God.

Silver and gold may be we are, no tain no rust,
But in the front of God's face and eyes, we are
Tainted, rusted, dusted, and have to be cleaned
And purified before we are good enough in front of Him.
So God please help and purify us based on your decision,
So God please does what ever want to do on us.
Use the sword if is ok, use spear if it is your will.

For us only one or two things are urgent,
Those are loyalty and obedience, no less.

(tbs-kas/sda-20122024-087853451949)

          When the tittle is given to AIPG then the following rhyming poem emerges:

The Sword from AIPG

In fields of gold, where bravest knights do dwell,
A sword of honor, a symbol of great spell,
Its blade a shimmering light, a beacon to tell,
Of courage and loyalty, a tale to dwell.

The hilt of oak, a sturdy grip to hold,
A weapon of strength, a story to be told,
With each swing, a legacy to unfold,
A tale of valor, a legend to behold.

The sheath of leather, a shield of might,
Protects the blade, a guard of right,
A shining star, a light in the night,
A beacon of hope, a symbol of light.

The sword of honor, a prize to win,
A badge of courage, a heart to kin,
A symbol of strength, a spirit to begin,
A tale of heroes, a legend to spin.

When the terms sucah as 'sword, disciple, the Lord', added to the AIPG then the following results emerges:

In days of old, when heroes bold
Did deeds of strength, and honor told
The tale of one, a disciple true
Whose heart was pure, and spirit new

He wielded sword, a weapon grand
A symbol of power, in his land
His Lord, a guiding light, so bright
Taught him the ways, to fight and right

The disciple, a seeker of truth
Followed Lord, with unyielding youth
Together they journeyed, far and wide
Their bond grew strong, a brother's pride

Through trials and tests, they stood as one
Their bond unbreakable, under the sun
For the disciple, his Lord was all
His guide, his mentor, his heart's call

The sword, a weapon of might
Was wielded true, in the disciple's sight
A symbol of courage, in the face of strife
A beacon of hope, in the darkest life

So let the tale, of the disciple and Lord
Be told, in songs and stories, forevermore
For their bond, a bond of love and trust
Shall stand the test, of time and rust.

      When the terms 'sword, disciple, the Lord, and Isaiah' are added then the result:

In days of old, when heroes bold
Didst wield the sword of might and right,
A disciple, chosen and true,
Didst follow the Lord, Isaiah's light.

His teachings, like a shining beacon,
Didst guide the disciple on his quest,
To vanquish evil, to bring peace,
And in the Lord's name, to find rest.

With sword in hand, the disciple fought,
Against the darkness, with all his might,
And as he battled, the Lord was there,
Guiding him, through the darkest night.

The disciple, a warrior true,
Didst face each challenge, anew,
And with each victory, he won,
His faith in the Lord, didst grow.

And so, the disciple, a hero true,
Didst follow the Lord, through and through,
And in the end, his loyalty,
Was rewarded, with eternal glory.