You boast of virtues , yet spoke of despair. you say courage shields you, but all I see is fools bravado. I am merely a man, a man who's words are not forged from hate, but are woven with knowledge. My challenge can not be cut down, for it is a battle of words. your sword may spill my blood, your hammer may crush my bones. but my words will cut deeper than the sharpest of blades and will not rust like iron but be preserved in the minds of others.

 

I am not a man of god, I scholar, a man the believes the earth beneath us and our hearts are all that we need to guide us. so you fight for your deities, you boast your strength, yours power comes from the steal you wield, mine is from the world. I learn and grow strong from my experience, you just grow old.