The War of Ideas

There's a breath we call our last one As death takes another stab at me how bout life does it not fight back I will not accept defeat the devil brings steel bars, coffins for a blessed heart better take caution as i take that last breath we call deaths march When ancient wisdom died where did the power pass on in death throes where old things are left and thrown away we call it the graveyard blessed souls are calling out winning the race made me a marked man but at that time society thought survival was a lost art And we could'nt prepare ourselves for death that comes from disasters or accidents If you want a war of ideas you better have some type of skills bring your battleships