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" And we wave goodbye to our ignorance, And we wave goodbye to our innocence. And we wave goodbye to our nursery mindset, all burried in tombs of complacence."
---38th parrelel
They've kinda said it all. I've been called out of my comfort, out of my baby blanket safety, out of my warm fuzzy naivety, and into the frey. In all aspects of my life the blinders are off. I see the battle feilds winding on and on through smoke and ruin. I can't go back to who I was a year ago. I must join the battle of the ages. The sword is in my hand, And my orders are for the for lines. I am finally abandoned to the cause. It feels good, my whole life was spent clutching at the tattered baby blanket of spiritual comfort. It's gone, and I'm accepting the position of "Man of God" I've been feeling a lot of the old stuff slipping away. I've noticed the beauty of the fight, How steel sharpens steel, and How through it all. Through the choking smoke of this world, through the ruins of our pasts. Winding through the wrecked and the fallen, the Encroaching hoardes of darkness. Even In the midst of the fight, the sparking blades, and the wounded press of warriers fighting with a strength not their own. There. It's there that you can see our Lord the clearest. Giving orders, binding wounds, and Lending His own great sword to turn the tides of Battle. And It's there I will take my stand at His side.
---38th parrelel
They've kinda said it all. I've been called out of my comfort, out of my baby blanket safety, out of my warm fuzzy naivety, and into the frey. In all aspects of my life the blinders are off. I see the battle feilds winding on and on through smoke and ruin. I can't go back to who I was a year ago. I must join the battle of the ages. The sword is in my hand, And my orders are for the for lines. I am finally abandoned to the cause. It feels good, my whole life was spent clutching at the tattered baby blanket of spiritual comfort. It's gone, and I'm accepting the position of "Man of God" I've been feeling a lot of the old stuff slipping away. I've noticed the beauty of the fight, How steel sharpens steel, and How through it all. Through the choking smoke of this world, through the ruins of our pasts. Winding through the wrecked and the fallen, the Encroaching hoardes of darkness. Even In the midst of the fight, the sparking blades, and the wounded press of warriers fighting with a strength not their own. There. It's there that you can see our Lord the clearest. Giving orders, binding wounds, and Lending His own great sword to turn the tides of Battle. And It's there I will take my stand at His side.