Ps.12 War

Deceit propulses from their mouth; saturating civilians with submunitions.
Their breath; nothing but naphthenic, palmitic salts of hate fire.
Convention and compassion; whispered to nothing with their steps of hidden destruction, 
While their every arrogant word is tipped with ballistic unfaithfulness

But …

You see.
You rise against them.
You are a shield,
You are crucible silver,
You are seven-times, refined gold.

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