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.
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