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My spirit has risen from the ocean graves. Then walked upon the ruddy sands... Recreated from the mud that's worth more than gold.
A born descendant of a regal inheritance. A found treasure in a land of the lost, filled of ghostly pirates.
But ironically, they must think that my value is worth more, being buried alive.
But life has no true meaning in the grave. And darkness will never conceal the light of briliance.
So, I fought my way out, kicking and screaming. Now they have deemed me stark raving mad. only wishing that I become trapped inside their open cage.
Robbed of all that would entail a breath of life. I said life!... truly is for the living. Yet feeling deprived even the strive to live is an atrocity.
In the midst of their malelovent shcemes, forbid that I be, one amongst the living dead. to be as such, is to be as a breed of abominations.
I hear whispers in the winds telling me to breath...breath...breath.
But beyond the earthly realms I hear thunder form the Fallen Reigns of principalitiles, in its attempts to snatch away each breath, to dehumanize me with its raging blows.
These are outright spiritual battles!
So I guess, one would suppose that if my soul becomes vulnerable, it can wander on dangerous grounds, crossing enemy lines unawares. and while there, the hidden wounds that afflict me, can become uncovered to say the least.
But nonetheless!
Not all will surrender to the agonies of defeat
I've later discerned that these ghostly pirates, have become as gods to them that hate me.
Are my arms too short to fight with these gods? But what are such gods, to wage war against a mere mortal?
Unless their preordained plan is to transform woman... to A BEAST OF SURVIVAL. and if this happens to be my fate. either these gods must be crazy. cause they're trying to rob me of every measure of sanity and morals. Or they're just plain petty...
Maybe, I should be honored that they have challenged, even I, to step inside their areanas.
Perhaps, I speak as a foolish woman.
Come what may, before the end, we will all have carried our crosses to bear. But to only a mere few, will be forced to cross enemy lines. and when enemies have become like thieves in the night. One must righfullly take back, by force, all that have been stolen. Entering any territories if need be.
And as for me, I do declare...
It should be considered and iniquity to lay down my life to them that wishes to slay me. And it's my birthright to defend, and strive to live it to the fullest BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!
So with that being said....
I've entered this world with the blood of my mothers womb upon my flesh. But before I exit this hell, the blood of my enemies will be drenched my hands...
A Beast of Survival, will forever conquer!...
Jen'uwin Mor c2022
