Born of flesh.
Born of blood.
Born of the fire that dwells in the abyss.
Born of pain and sorrow.
Born of thunder and lighting.
Born of wind and rain.
Born of the sea and the earth under our feet.
Born of the energy in the stars of the Cosmos.
May this blood of mine,both accursed and blessed prove strong to withstand the chaos.
May this battered body of mine anchor its roots of justice and reason to control the madness welling within.
May this mind find the comfort of truth to shine through the fog of confusion.
But above all,may this spirit know the way to guide itself through the storms and thundering clouds that creep on the horizon.
Because this blood,this body,this mind,this spirit is that of a warrior.
Created for the battles of not only the mind but of body and spirit.
To eradicate the voice of injustice.
To trample thy of vile will.
To suffocate the life of irrationality.
To terminate the seed of discord.
The battle is that of eons,but we all have a part in it. Whether you side