"desecrated, putrid, and defiled thou soul hast becometh...
prevaricated, a canard, and a sham is what your life is.."

what a sad state anything can come to, and yet it has to be that greater things might come to past. on a brighter note, at least i know i ain't defenceless against this onslaught and suffocating intoxication. i've got a my battle plan ready, and it's time to move from inside the ramp on to the beach for war..

Lord, let it to now, today, that the silver show the truth, that the scales fall, and that the heart and soul be broken that it might be contrite. broken only can you teach, then do what's necessary. make that difference happen my King, and 3 fortnights from now, we shall see the advancement of thy troops marching as planned, with heads held high, proud to be wearing armour that bears your emblem burnt deep into their souls. may we have Your blessings for we ask these in His name. Amen.