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Hope Inside of Darkness
Through the tribulations of war, I wage not on men, but on man. The darkest of nights and deepest of caves could not fathom the wounds I have inflected. Yet the brightest times hold secrets of sabotage. For in the clutches of darkness I need not waiver for I fear no man, nor beast. Just like the fly attempting to escape the webbing of a spider I fight through sorrow and pain but to no avail. Yet I will not falter. Stagnation is death. Though the battle may be fought alone, the war cannot be won single-handedly. When I fall an outstretched hand pulls me back up. This hand belongs to many, and to no one. The face is more beautiful than any earthly human could comprehend. It is not the face of god, but rather the face of a god. The face of father time reaching out with his healing hand telling me it is not yet my time for I still have battles to win and hearts to sway. In due time I shall take my place alongside my immortal father, but not today.
