As the smoke clears,
this Warrior stands alone,
unafraid to take that next step
into darkness,
for within My light still burns.
My new scars
complement the old ones,
and the sorrow and horror given Me
in the guise of love and allegiance
only strengthen Me.
This Lord feeds on desire
and in turn nourishes with pleasure,
compassion and release…even love.
beneath My feet
I see those scurrying from under their rocks,
those who create pain to feed of pain,
those who spin webs of lies
which catch nothing but their own twisted souls.
That which is sown
makes up the harvest,
and illusions offer no sustenance.
This Man is no one’s fool,
but a Warrior proud
whose heart is free and fearless.
I live on, I love on,
I hunger on
strong
free
real.










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