Oppose all odd's made by god.
Leave me to battle a million and i will ask for more.
Pain is my fuel to the core.
Destroy this body but my soul live on.
Im always in harm way in the middle of the storm.
Born with glory and doom hand in hand.
These words are no color of a man.
I have thoughts of phiscally fighting lucifer.
Courage leave honor in the dust.
Trust me war is seen to abrupt among us.
In strive i keep hope alive.
Wanting to save but crucify, no one immune to this world.
But we keep our heart from eachother so distance.
Together we are a force with considerable resistance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem