Post by deadanarchy on Nov 26, 2014 12:01:31 GMT -5
Oh Death, may you come for me every night for a visit, just at the veil between this and the next. You know I shall stay my ground and never submit to you. Even once it is my time, I shall turn you down and stay here to protect those I have left behind.
I choose to be a guard, someone who you shall hate living and even once I die. Know that you may place a hand upon me, but nothing will befall me, for I refute your choice and being.
So come, if you choose to try and take me against this will I have set, then I shall fight and show you how strong my will and my cling to life is. Even if your scythe presses against my neck, I shall still draw breath even as the blood bleeds from me. I shall pull it away and show you a will that have been broken many times. Each time like a bone, pain creature, yet repaired stronger and different.
My will shall form a blade to fight against your scythe, my mind and the darkness within shall be my armor. Any horror you inflict shall only slow me in life, yet I will push ahead and if that is not enough I will become different and stronger and break it. My rage shall turn me into a beast and a demon, that I will hide and use only when needed. My loyalty and calmness shall be what I use to protect, when I must fight… My rage and calmness shall turn me into something worse than a beast or demon.
So come for me Death, try and take me I will turn you away and keep living, even as a blade presses to my neck I find peace and in that peace I will succeed and become more, a guard to walk this earth and protect those that still yet live.
I choose to be a guard, someone who you shall hate living and even once I die. Know that you may place a hand upon me, but nothing will befall me, for I refute your choice and being.
So come, if you choose to try and take me against this will I have set, then I shall fight and show you how strong my will and my cling to life is. Even if your scythe presses against my neck, I shall still draw breath even as the blood bleeds from me. I shall pull it away and show you a will that have been broken many times. Each time like a bone, pain creature, yet repaired stronger and different.
My will shall form a blade to fight against your scythe, my mind and the darkness within shall be my armor. Any horror you inflict shall only slow me in life, yet I will push ahead and if that is not enough I will become different and stronger and break it. My rage shall turn me into a beast and a demon, that I will hide and use only when needed. My loyalty and calmness shall be what I use to protect, when I must fight… My rage and calmness shall turn me into something worse than a beast or demon.
So come for me Death, try and take me I will turn you away and keep living, even as a blade presses to my neck I find peace and in that peace I will succeed and become more, a guard to walk this earth and protect those that still yet live.
