From up on high they scurry like ants.
From down low they stride into battle like gods.
Hephaestus adorns them with arms and the daily toils of the meek mean nothing to the
generals of the new and of the old.
Lucifer’s children and all their pomp and circumstance are still ants to the almighty.
Justice reigns on the just as well as the unjust.
The victory lies not in the spoils.
The victory lies to us all.
Be not deceived.