At times I am the god of war,
gleaming and golden, savage and brave.
I raise my sword as a scepter,
I rise above mine enemies.
Today,
I lay my tools of war beside me
in the sand at the water’s edge,
and looking out upon the singing sea,
I sit with my back to my enemies.
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This is one of my favorites from you. Something about turning your back to your enemies is just so counter-intuitive that it's powerful.
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