Is it War or is it Art?

I am a weapon of Terror

Even the lesser that will give your soul knows not the gods available to me

And your god is no different either

For the one that judgeth me, too shall I judge

I afflict the afflicter

And the afflicted afflict the afflicted

There is no afflicter to me, but God

There is no God you serve before or after my inception

The imperfection of self that allows imperfect beauty

But, it is said so, that you believe the ugliness of destruction is the beauty of your God

You are no one to criticize me

Your soul will be devoured if you think you are higher than the one who is higher than those whom serve you as their god

Your delight against me should be limited

Even your Princes and Kings are hesitant to choose greed over their own people

An ally is better than enemy

But somewhere in your love for your god you have failed to realize I need neither

Lets keep our thirst to a minimum