Tomorrow is war.We lift our blade and watch it catch the light.We - TopicsExpress



          

Tomorrow is war.We lift our blade and watch it catch the light.We trace a finger across the intricate engravings that cover its length so that our mind may be removed from what lies ahead.Where is the honour and glory?All that fills us is a gut-rotting fear.We look back on all we had attempted to achieve with our life.Suddenly it all seems so vain and insignificant as we face death.Will our shallow deeds suffice us in the journey that might follow?The glittering regalia and marching drums could not prepare us for this. How desperately we wish to be martyred,to lay amongst the honoured of our brethren tomorrow.Maybe then our Lord will overlook the foolishness of our actions.Hopefully... -Tomes of time(oodles)
Posted on: Sun, 13 Jul 2014 12:13:26 +0000

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