Able Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

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


War gear placed on, strapped at that precise moment, waiting for Hell's gates to spring open, seen watching patiently viewing my greatest foes, quietly being seated, aims to maintain a little bit of my decency.


I will not regret my attempts in this forthcoming battle; sworn absolutely to the final end of the war, by my own personal choice of being: conveying this uplifting thought inside, denying that I have any concerns for death.


I want to be able to help with this heavenly conquest, building myself up much stronger than I have ever been in life, quench my thirst for this enduring effort to obtain the world's righteousness.