Able Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I want to be completely prepared when things begin to happen close to ready; feeling great nearest the top of my best: desiring efforts to ease the coming of its worst.

War gear, strapped at that precise moment, springs Hell's gates open, seen patiently waiting among my greatest foes to be seated, aiming to maintain a little bit of my decency.

I will not regret my attempts in this battle; sworn to the final end of the war by my own personal request: inside denying that I have any concerns for death.

I want to help with this heavenly conquest; being stronger than I have ever been in life, quench my thirst by my enduring efforts to obtain the world's righteousness.