When I sharpen my flashing sword
and my hand grasps it in judgement
I will take vengeance on my adversaries
and repay those who hate me
I will make my arrows drunk with blood
While my sword devours flesh
The blood of the slain and the captives
From the heads of the enemy leaders.
Deuteronomy 32:41
what could be better? the rush of battle, the warmth of blood, the taste of victory. your opponent lies still in a slurry of blood, sweat, and mud. the world is a little better off than it was mere moments ago.
Forever and ever more plunging myself from the wasteland. Smearing fatigue through my nostrils. Leaguing myself . Leg after leg. It is treachary advance that is what it is. Benign treacherous venom spewing from the fountain of wounds. Hail wrath.
I have an irrefutable habit of never choosing to accept a side, in any argument, ever. I have the ability to see the positives and drawbacks of each scenario. Itβs helped me gain an array of experience and I seem to like that about myself!
