Warrior – Short fiction

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In Christ alone all hope is found – Legendary words that the warrior wrote in his notes to cherish, believe and feed his spirit with#

He was a warrior.. forged through the most intense fires that could beset a man, a warrior constructed through life’s hardest internal pains, a soldier who knew the wicked evil curse that had been cast upon all lands, men and women.., but yet he fought, he never gave in and he never accepted evil of any kind or sort… He was a warrior for GOD.., always battling the evil that nefariously and insidiously found human agency to work for its horrific causes.., The warrior was no ordinary man, he could read the undercurrents of groups of men, he could sense with immediacy the lurking of danger.., he could even sense the Holy Lord’s intent, thoughts and messages for mankind.., The warrior saw things that most people could never be aware of, he spoke of mysterious,terrifying truths that he received when he was on his watch tower high up in the hills, his knees deep in prayer.., interceding, battling, pleading#

God had gifted him an ability so powerful that it only activated itself when he was in the thick and thin of ferocious, fierce warfare, until then he would never know that he had such a capacity, such a will and such a determination of heart. The Good Lord did not want him to suffer the conceit that falls upon all heroic men, that they were immortal. The warrior was created with weaknesses that drew him towards His Lord.., the warrior only viewed his strengths as something that would give his Lord Joy and Happiness regarding him. The warrior was a hyperactive soul, not content with complacency, always eager to challenge the hyper-doctrinal man centeredness that found its way into the Lord’s words.., he was always eager to challenge the strongman of a territory.., he bowed to no idols, matter of fact he warred against them.., he sought to destroy any such idol in his life.., he bound up wicked devils, he hated what the Lord hated.., sure the warrior was a man who had weaknesses.., but he hated them and leaned on His Lord to fight his wars. The warrior had integrity and honor for no matter how valiantly he fought, he always gave the entire credit to His Master.., He did not do it to be selfless.., he did it to honor his Master, to exalt the power and grace of his Master.., and to praise, worship and allow other men to revere his Master.

Only the Lord blessed men with victories that really stood out, there were victories that men celebrated and raved about and then there were victories that impressed itself in men’s minds and made them revere God, and made them recognize the power of God. The warrior knew real well that he had to stir up belief in men’s minds and hearts.., to do so he had to constantly plunge into the realms of risk, of danger and of personal threat.. The warrior was created to make men know God, that was his life’s calling, he was no mortal.., he was created to be immortalized for all that he revealed about the Great God that all men pretended to not be aware of.

This ability to decipher truths about one’s soul as one experienced feelings, senses, emotions, thoughts in one’s heart and mind was something that the warrior knew well. He believed in his heart of hearts that he had to praise, honor and make God known in all the good things of his life, in the bads he would wrestle, question, sulk and argue in misery.., but never exceed the boundaries that he had kept for his mouth towards His Godly lover. He was distraught at the loss, being the competitive minded man that he was, he wanted a clean performance.. during those moments the Lord would remind him of the glorious rewards of defeat.., chiefly introspection, gratefulness, rejoicing in trials and tribulations and renewing of strength…, the warrior usually got back up and allowed the pain of memory to strive even greater, even further and make more glorious attempts for the sake of His Master who ruled the world sovereignly.

At times the warrior suffered intense, immense anguish.., questions regarding his finite strength when it was pitched against the mighty, vast and powerful kingdom of darkness hidden in men’s lives in plain sight emotionally pushed him into an internal pit that he could not find the footing to come out of. The warrior was attacked with just plain, indecipherable reality and then the devils would mock and curse at him as he suffered the pain that cursed life because of sin.., the deaths, the murders, the meaningless wicked deeds done without honor in plain sight.., the horrors that he had to hear, imagine and know.., the inability to forget what he discovered.., the sights of pain, of death and of violence.., the warrior suffered immensely with the inability of his heart to cope with such traumatic events.., and yet the warrior was a man born to fight, born to slay within himself that which was against Gd.., and gave humble orders to Angelic Rulers to attack and accompany his wars with the wicked god that this world had chosen for itself.., The Warrior would fight and avenge the innocent, the brutalized, the victimized, the forgotten, the ones who were taken advantage of.., the warrior would fight and fight.., until his Lord asked him to stop and close his eyes. The warrior was alive only to allow His Lord to rescue lives and in this was his life’s calling, heights and sole purpose#

Oh English, Dear English…! – A short Poem

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English,
The language from another shore,
The voice who lifted me up from the miry, emotional depths
that seem like the invisible waves by the sea,
I breathed you, I found my step,
my strength, my soul.
I speak you in my soul,
you reveal the power of my heart,
the identity of my being,
and you unveil the depths of my being,
I live you and breathe you in my heart.
You paint worlds from mere touches,
Create galaxies and shooting meteorites from
everyday experiences,
You are an unfathomable heart that arose
from God’s own infinitely mysterious wisdom.

But when I open my mouth,
you sound crude and raw,
What’s up with that..?
You make me feel like I don’t know you,
I stutter when I speak you to people who
seem to be better at speaking you than I.
I wonder why am I so timid whenever I feel that
somebody else owns you,
Are you asking me to rescue you and asking us both to escape by sea…?
Are you the trapped damsel caught up in a cluelessly, abusive relationship..?
They may own you, But I am the one who sees you for who you really are,
I love you for what you are and not for what you make me feel.
You couldn’t escape from them,
they use you to make themselves feel better,
To make banal, meaningless statements that do not pour
like lava from their soul,
They are brain wrapped in wanting to sound kosher, to make themselves appear on the imaginary map of relevant and popular,
to feel their way around the 7 fallen nations,
Are these not just slick, semi retarded sociopathic beans…?
who just judge each other and try to impress…?
You know that you belong with me,
I can build you cabin that overlooks the sea,
You and I we can make genius ripples across
the Indian and the pacific ocean..,
Only a soul understands another soul,
they are just caught up in their talent shows,
they wear fancy dresses, sound casual and are all about
vanity and schmucky ideas galore.
I want to be the only one who loves you this way I guess,
I am selfish.. because you give such life to everyone’s mess,
but I am a man of honor, I will allow you to reach into other’s
fragmented nirvana, I will allow you to make them whole…,
But You and I we promise to never leave each other,
We promise to love each other even when things appear gloomy,
uninspiring and hopeless,
and I will admire you in others, but love you like I love myself
in my own powers.