A Soldier’s Prayer

Make my fall upon the shades,

Grant me  victory over consciousness,

Fill my lungs with the breath of light,

Kill my weakness before the dark,

Make my sword a killing machine;

May my enemies beg for mercy at my feet,

May their blood soil the land and smile me.

In my wake I shall conquer titans;

Grant me an honourable exit,a smooth voyage,

This I pray thee,forsake me not.

 

 

 

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