Testudo.

Stand. Hunker down under your shield/my shield
Now and then shifting smartly left or right to kill/hate
Enemies you love ought not so to be.

If I am average, I may make certain assumptions based on self evidence.

I can stand ready to give answers to every challenge to the faith.

That is in me. I cannot so stand for the faith that is in you.

Rise to the challenge. It’s your faith you’re defendin’, I got mine covered.
Your hate shan’t hinder me, I shan’t let it. Letters can naught contain.
Your hate has not to gain.

Gainsay that.

Beyond the shell of your belief is all that’s unbelieved

Here’s this deal:
Your fair share of everything, in return for nothing.
Take it or leave it, makes me no nevermind.

You could stop there if that were your childhood prayer routine.

Amen makes it so.

A command from the bridge, “Make it so, Mr. Solo.”

Testudo
This tortoise may bear the weight of the world, but

Can we believe it? Standing on such tortoises all the way down.

Ready. Sistere. (Google it, f’Cry’sake. E’en scientologists know you gotta know what the words mean when you read ’em or hear ’em or say ’em.)

Sistere is the command to stand given prior to the command to form the Roman version of the tortoise engineering adaptation shieldwall formation. Testudo.

Shield of faith. We have the mind anointed for the appointed time.

Can you believe that?

Cool, it’s shady under such a cloud of witnesses.