Looking for faith in the hollow belly of the World, but All it knew was hunger. Denying myself the last gulp of free air I plunged into the depths of a battle that was mine before its making. At the pleasure of the King’s hand I stand, wind testing as I lean I receive the products of destiny. What is time but the moments counted between relevance and safety? Luring my enemies into the cave I struck with light and fury to capture their resolve. In an instant we were quenched and the Lord’s relative peace sunk into the small spaces in between reality.

It is not charm that buoys man, nor the impudence that fills the mind with pride that will sail our ships to horizon’s edge. We are nonplussed, immunized against wisdom taught to measure everything with out pride, contained in the limited epoch of humanity. What then shall make a man more than he could have been. Training, pleasure, exercise, experience none but courage have control of night and flight. With the force of an age I release the weight of an angry temporary being’s fight for life upon those who think themselves immortal. They are greeted by the mist in expiration.

As God whispers to each man within his heart I strain to silence my own thoughts and listen for the pause that changes lifetimes. I snatch another breath from the heated fumes and wish for a time when legions did not carry the flag of netherworld, but fought for the beauty of life. We had stemmed the flow of our enemies advance, so fluid it oozed as blood over the lands we once gave freely by paper and pound. Now bullets and knife’s blade bade currency exchange for nothing was sold or bought for pleasure or measure of work or art but by the skill and dower hope of war.

Emotional pause to wish for something old or rather new to take the place of that which would could not imagine having. But time, opinion and flavor had all lost their influence upon the sharp will of man’s desire to conquer for God or again Him. The day of our making had expired and the moments we used had already begun eternity. This was the path all men must march not a march toward personal expectation or some grand dream but the road to annihilation or everlasting life that lay before each. That day mattered more than any of us had ever expressed or comprehended. Lines were drawn that would forever separate man by the parameters of faith and understanding. We had been set free from pawn status, having endlessly been moved upon board for players liking. Now we fought with an expanded set of weaponry in wisdom. Knowing neither dawn nor dark controls the outcome, but the Breath of God Himself.