Mere Cognition

Make hay, Haymaker.

Your weapons
are clarity and
the sword of the spirit.

From under
your helm of salvation you
will bring forth your war cry.

Anchor
your sabatons of peace,
plant
your shield of faith firmly in
front.

From the belt of truth
pull your horn, beat
your mighty fists on your
breastplate of righteousness and

blow a note so mighty and clear
as to strike
fear
into the heart of your enemies,
and into the heart of
the enemies of God.