Clothe Him; arm Him...
Sorely battered as craft within an maelstrom, battered on every side waging a perpetual, tenacious defense for the continuation of one's soul.
The lone guardian of oft frail bulwarks between the twitching heart of those scarce living and the cold vibrating stonelike heart of acceptance, living death.
The termination of hope, termination of faith, alas the termination of life!
For one must not be stilled of breath to expire, only stilled of will within a yet beating heart. Once so then one has expired and death is but posthumously awarded, late in giving to corpse.
But we must not so expire without struggle, we may dictate the terms of battle or at the very least in gratitude we ought give our warrior sharpened weapons to man our defenses.
We may erect barriers of steel and place wires of razors so that it be not hard pressed by that multitude.
Then upon the warriors' metal and arms the defense will stand, upon ones will and sharped intellect...
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Onto this blade of old you shall divide yourself unto life and death...
Harness the horses; and get up, ye horsemen, and stand forth with your helmets; furbish the spears, and put on the brigandines.
Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God
For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.
Uh did you read the post? Intent...
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