The Art of War, The War of Art

In the same way that I would draw the sword to cut
I take the brush with the same commitment and leave marks of ink on paper
The sword cuts ignorance
The light cutting through the darkness
The other, the art of creation
Presenting my gift to the world
Mara is always if front of me
Tempting me
He wants me to turn from my art
He wishes me to forget sacrifice
He wants me to take the fleeting pleasures
But with his way there are tears
With him there are regrets
With him lacks compassion
I draw the sword
In this moment I cut down Mara
Until he comes to me again