Devoted* Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I carry my armor, which helps me protect aimed ambitions; parting away from those negative notions of not being able to shield myself: wearing my total gear in this war ready to fight.

I focus on the endeavors of my enemies, witnessing any advance; preparing for any crossing by them: fencing them off is my cure hoped short any loss.

I will battle all forthcoming things that challenge me; weakening those strongholds which I stand firmly against; assuring my aim of total victory at each and every footstep.

I have a few moments to consider or view my ongoing activities; rest briefly for periods to gather determined intents before moving further on; blocking out lower viewpoints which might alter my course.