Mine enemies thirst for the vengeance

That flows thick in my veins.

They relent not in all they do

To condemn what I hold most sacred.

Ne’r shall they taste the sweetness of triumph

For I fight with all compassion that fills my heart.

In the end the choice will be two-fold,

Retreat to the gutless origin of their being

Or stand alone against all that burns passionately in my soul.

The test of time shall bring forth destruction upon them.

My strength and honor will no longer stay silent

But taste the blood that boiled against me.

--Wes Kipler