The Warrior

When you come after me 
armed to the teeth
with all the weaponry
you possess,
I’ll be ready.
I train for that day
by feeling the pain
I was forced to suppress.
I’ll be shielded with vestments
weaved from my anger.
My strength I derive
from the love of those
who know me.
I will face you head on,
standing tall.
If I’m afraid,
I’ll be there anyway,
girded for your free-for-all.
Heed my call:
I won’t start your war
but I will end it.
And I will win it.
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