Able (E) Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I want to be completely prepared when things begin to happen, be close to ready; feeling great nearest the top of my best: desire all 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, quietly to be seated, aims 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 choice of being: conveying inside, denying that I have any concerns for death.

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