For years have I borne
This sword, to surrender it
Would permit the years
To accumulate,
Would then I die. But now would
I lay it down at
Your feet. I deem you
Worthy to carry my sword,
My mantle, my staff.
Pick up your sword, old
Man, your work is not yet done.
We will reclaim this
House, this temple, this
World. None will stand before
Us. Victory waits.
Melodramatic Physician 