It is finished. Let everything fake fall off. No ill intent meant to pierce your heart.
Never personal.
No.
Every action is only intended to hit that demon dead center in the middle of his forehead. I’m coming for his head.
Only fair, right? Seeing as he severed John’s in an attempt to stop the truth from being preached. I’m coming for his flattering tongue. I’m reaching right down into his throat and cutting it off at the root.
Ruthless Warrior.
I did not come to play.
Intent on shedding that old skin that no longer suits me.
Moving forward unapologetically.
I’m preparing for the new wine.
Prophecy fulfilled.