“The battlefield remembers not the warrior with the sharpest blade or toughest armor but the warrior with neither, remembering only that he wielded vulnerability and wore heart instead.”
-Robin Tey
Trusted with burden.. Burdened with trust..
I have fought on the battlefield of eternity void of hesitation..
I have never lost..
I have never won..
I have never surrendered..
And, I have never once.. Retreated.
I have practiced the art of war within the battlefield of eternity accepting fate’s judgment having only once stepped foot within it’s unforgiving realm..
I have donned every weapon and armor in human existence only to forcefully shatter limitation’s boundaries..
And yet, war has and always will consume all that is my life..
Intoxicated with war’s conventions I have been equipped with the warrior’s spirit..
Escaping the shackles of unity, my transcendent being.. Devoid of self was born inevitably..
Infinitely stripping myself of sword and shield..
Commanded by knuckles bare, the scope that is tomorrow’s stars burn blatantly magnified..
Burn blissfully glorified..
Burn benevolently behind mirror's edge..
Contracted by the world through desire human..
Contracted by the world in utmost secrecy..
Contracted by the world in plain sight..
This is my reality..
This is my truth..
This is my fight..
My sword is my heart..
My shield is my mind..
My armor is my soul..
My heart is iron’s gate..
My mind is fire’s forge..
My soul is fighter’s will..
My Burden..
My Trust..
My Void Scale ..
I am a soldier at heart..
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