A call to arms! we must assemble to keep ourselves from harm! The tattoo on my right arm glows with the power of all 12 signs, a battle decoration of my own design! I've been fighting this war, traveling this path, not sure why for, I just know I keep facing wrath, I stood once bold and lone, fully capable of holding my own, then they had to prop me up, so I may fight and live to walk another night. Leave me be, should I fall, let the Angels descend and carry me to their Golden Halls, or let Demons ascend and carry me to my misery where I'll drown! Cuz there's a force greater than the sum of us all who see's our rise and fall and knows where we truly stand, accept or refuse his hand, just know you may just seal your fate, Happiness, Anger, Love, Hate! I just pray my efforts to save the day have saved my soul, have made me whole, have lead to green fields, where I can drop the blade I yield!

He cast his eyes upon her, and composed himself with confidence and honor as he walked to better know the beauty before him, she couldnt help but adore him, no she could not ignore him.

He slipped the ring upon her slender finger with love and honor, hoping the feeling will stay, hoping it will linger, anxiously awaiting the day when two become one under God's son, waiting to say "I do."

He placed his last kiss upon her with all his love and honor before he set off into the night to fight a war, he's not quite sure what he's here for, but as he roams, he can only think of home.

His ghost places his aura upon her, frought with love and honor, she's always missing him, remembering days of holding and kissing him, his memory lives on in their son, taught to love and honor, and never run

Have I been foolish? or have I been wise? Did I take the bottom line, and turn it into lies? Have I forsaken self? Forsaken health? A pursuit of wealth?  A discovery of pseudo self? I stepped through a door yesterday, it took me to a place where I sat tear faced in a time where every rhyme was mine and not written down or edited or tailored to you, unless I wanted it to. It made since to me and only me, that was fine by me, your whole perception could shatter, it would not matter, I give unto you this different view so you can see the world anew, see the colors in a different hew, the Yin-Yang affect in pitch black and azure blue. So tell me now just what I've done, to whom am I a son? a child of; God, man, or earth? To who do I credit my birth?