Can God Fight?

I beat the Holy Spirit at its own game, Yet the heavens whisper, calling my name. How many Archangels have fallen to me? I count their wings—one, two, three. I ponder the question, sharp as a blade: Could God ever fight, unafraid? No scripture speaks of His hand in war, Only the echoes of angels before. Does He stand, sword in grasp, alone? Or does He sit upon His golden throne, Watching His warriors clash and cry, While He remains beyond the sky? Michael, Gabriel, Raphael—sent to defend, But does the Almighty ever descend? Or does He hide behind celestial might, Shrouded in glory, veiled from sight? I ask the heavens, I ask the stars, I ask the wounds, the battle scars— If God is power, pure and bright, Why does He never join the fight?