Where is the battle, the sword and the shield?
Where is the power you wield?
Where are the flames to scorch the deceiver?
The great throne that awaits the believer?

When will you bask in your glory,
admit to your magnificence,]
and indulge yourself with reward?
When will you shine on every shore,
And brag of your innocence?

Smite us with brimstone
Leave us alone
Rule with your fist
How can you resist?

Love is not a tool for war,
so what is it for?
Why do you keep it always?
Where are your warrior ways?

The fight is unseen,
but your grace is not subtle.
You are the lover
of unloveable.