In spite of this or that theory
As time drags on I grow weary
Strategy is much more my cup of tea
I don’t like execution
With constant resolution
Life or death by the smallest of deeds
Each day a small battle
The sabres, they rattle
But each lacks a frontal assault
Yet it must be done
Battles fought and won
In order to win the war
Each day a fight
Not one of might
But needs a steady hand
Hold the rod
Go with God
It’s the only way
Outlast
Steadfast
Walk uprightly
True
Good
As I should.
