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The Master of War, the Warrior of Old…Times past ages a man, battles and hells of the worst kind plague his soul…regret, carnality, and evil of the worst kind…Such things for the man of this world would try his soul or break it… for in this black pit his soul crieth out, “for who can save me from such grief and sorrow, bloodied hands and evil that thine eyes seen…what justice for the weak and helpless. Vile men do with them as they please, and rule nations with their soft words, and clever manipulation. And all that hearth are tricked by their pleasant words and pleasant appearance. But, mine eyes seethe it. Who will stop them?" In his moment of despair the warrior fell to his knees with great heaviness of heart and soul. But during this time of downtrodden soul, in the blackest of nights that boundeth him up unto the deepest of cracks in the earth, there was a twinkle in the black. There he sat amazed, looking in the blackness, then a sharp light burst through!! It sundered all that crossed it’s path and surrounding it, coming closer, it came and pierced his soul. Not one of pain and agony but of a softness. As he knelt dumbstruck, his soul transfixed on a figure coming towards him. The one that shone bright as the Midday Sun. A figure gleaming in metal garments armed with sword and shield, fighting creatures of darkness with horse trampling them underfoot as it came to him. "What do mine eyes seethe?!" said the Warrior of Old. Now he could clearly see the figure, coming to him, shouting at him, "Come unto me, you broken soul, put on my raiment of armor"...The Warrior lost for words, got up and followed. Followed did he, unto not a man but the "Lord of Hosts". "Follow me thou Mighty Man of Valor. With thy father set in glory, so you are a son also if you so choose to be..." Said the Knight clad in steel armament. The warriors black oblivion, shattered like glass broken by the light of the King. The knight clad in steel raiment held out his hand, the warrior took it... And through the void, he was taken out and with a newfound strength that he knewth not. One that burned as a blast furnace in his soul! And so to, to all that taketh the Kings loving hand, from out of the darkness of this world, to one of light, joy, and the awesome glory that is given freely unto him.

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The Master of War, the Warrior of Old…Times past ages a man, battles and hells of the worst kind plague his soul…regret, carnality, and evil of the worst kind…Such things for the man of this world would try his soul or break it… for in this black pit his soul crieth out, “for who can save me from such grief and sorrow, bloodied hands and evil that thine eyes seen…what justice for the weak and helpless. Vile men do with them as they please, and rule nations with their soft words, and clever manipulation. And all that hearth are tricked by their pleasant words and pleasant appearance. But, mine eyes seethe it. Who will stop them?" In his moment of despair the warrior fell to his knees with great heaviness of heart and soul. But during this time of downtrodden soul, in the blackest of nights that boundeth him up unto the deepest of cracks in the earth, there was a twinkle in the black. There he sat amazed, looking in the blackness, then a sharp light burst through!! It sundered all that crossed it’s path and surrounding it, coming closer, it came and pierced his soul. Not one of pain and agony but of a softness. As he knelt dumbstruck, his soul transfixed on a figure coming towards him. The one that shone bright as the Midday Sun. A figure gleaming in metal garments armed with sword and shield, fighting creatures of darkness with horse trampling them underfoot as it came to him. "What do mine eyes seethe?!" said the Warrior of Old. Now he could clearly see the figure, coming to him, shouting at him, "Come unto me, you broken soul, put on my raiment of armor"...The Warrior lost for words, got up and followed. Followed did he, unto not a man but the "Lord of Hosts". "Follow me thou Mighty Man of Valor. With thy father set in glory, so you are a son also if you so choose to be..." Said the Knight clad in steel armament. The warriors black oblivion, shattered like glass broken by the light of the King. The knight clad in steel raiment held out his hand, the warrior took it... And through the void, he was taken out and with a newfound strength that he knewth not. One that burned as a blast furnace in his soul! And so to, to all that taketh the Kings loving hand, from out of the darkness of this world, to one of light, joy, and the awesome glory that is given freely unto him.