If God is so powerful, can he create a rock which he cannot lift?
You talk like a drunk man walks: in every direction but where he be headed.
Dance with me, Death, I am ready.
Wrong doing must be punished. If not, it will proliferate until anarchy wears the robes of tolerance and understanding.
Dancing with death meant being committed to killing, committed with your heart and soul.
Wizards First Rule: People are Stupid