I attack
I venge
I yearn
I attack all foes
all high and low alike
I venge against
betrayers of good faith
I yearn to repair
my name to good repute
All the donned blows
fail to extinguish
the lamp that retains
the rage which
empowers the burn
for my god
carries on belligerent
men pretend to know me
they are more in tune
with their own doubts
their own trepidations
I neither doubt
nor insult
nor injure
nor disarm myself