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| Defense Condition Red: War | |||||||||
| By | |||||||||
| Gregory A. Nelson | |||||||||
| 9/18/02 10/22/02 | |||||||||
| The struggle is a serious thing with me, on a quest for some type of soothing relief... I do the best I can with what I have, but I still take serious blows against every belief. | |||||||||
| A thousand eyes watching me as I enter the arena, primed for battle but seriously disoriented and at times very confused... I am good at what I do, but it never seems to be enough, and yet I continue to fight forward, my desire shall not be refused. | |||||||||
| I ignore any feelings that resemble fear, for I am confident; my sword is sharp, and as yet my skill is a match for any foe... I am a veteran of the conflict, wearing battle scars like badges or command stripes; having earned the respect of both friend and enemy fallen low. | |||||||||
| I fight to win, and I win because I fight. My brawling will is unyielding, quitting is not ever an option; nevertheless, I get tired and quitting is exactly what I wish to do... I find that I am weary of the scramble, the strategy is nearly always the same, but I am constantly in search of ways to keep the conflict feeling new. | |||||||||
| Blow after blow, I strike at foes both seen and unseen alike, as they seek to take me from each side... My shields are dented from relentless pounding, as opponents take the opportunity and against me they chide. | |||||||||
| Still I rise, and strike back, thunder shatters the ear drums as my weapon crashes against an insufficient guard; lightning leaps from my hands and fries my foes defense, and when he falls... he falls hard. | |||||||||
| As weary as I am, I press on for I can hear the trumpets of the victory dance playing in my mind, I am a warrior born, and wars do I wage, as I battle for all mankind. | |||||||||
| copyright G.A. Nelson 20002 | |||||||||