>>936701942
Bend to the will of the wisest of all.
Bring forth the gates of hell chambers, clean and with a mission.
Then the death of that which irritates will arrive muffled for the soothing warmth of a hardening breath.
Echos lost in time, the sleeping masses, unclean,
Washed their stink into the depths of my soul.
Whence doth thou bring the hellfire, for my training is timid and un-Western like.
I call on all things to present that enemy which knows my weakness, that I may hide it behind shield and sword.
Bring forth the arena, I wish to box with no gloves and see that blood which scars me stronger. That bone crushing, which amplifies my immunity to impact and tension.
I am boldened to be unafraid and wisened to be certain, Humble not before all who would bend to be less than themselves in my presence.
Wisdom is postponed in my repose, momentarily sidestepped for the fight which must be had.
