The Battle Has Yet To Be Waged

Rather it be sharpness of sword, quickness of wit, Or by conviction itself I shall drive you back from whence you came. For I am true And I am just. You will not take that which is not yours. Nor shall I surrender that which came from the breath of God So come, death come. I eagerly await the battle. Perhaps I will drag you kicking and screaming into life And bind you down And keep you there Where you do not wish to be. I advise it not For you should stay upon yours And I shall remain upon mine And remain here I shall Until God himself comes and reclaims what is rightfully his.