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War Demon

A warrior fears the battle he missed. More than any fight he can make his own, he fears the fight that’s gone, that ended without him, that no feat of arms can change.

I may have stopped fighting but there are still battles to fight and I'm still not going to back down from anyone if there is the right reasons. i spent the last decade fighting a losing battle that very nearly destroyed me and is probably never going to be fucking over, but if it comes down to it. I will fight for him every day of my life till my dying day. you don't fuck with the people I love, especially Him.. if i have to suit up and go back to war, i'm fine with that, i'm damaged fucking goods anyways, I'll gladly fall and die on my cross for the right reasons. but i hope that if this leads to anything it is the right reason.I'm sick of fighting but i haven't forgotten how to be a warrior, I've just laid down my sword. but If i have to the anger and rage is still there, i can use it. Right now I don't want to, but that can change very easily, all it take is the right spark. i'm done playing the chess game but i will protect my child if it comes down to that moment. I have plenty of other battles to fight some of which are even in my own head, but I will never abandon my role as a father even when i have been forced to. I am his dad that is something that will never fucking change. I'll always be here for Him.

I fight my battles because I have to, Not because I want to. I don't choose My fights but i don't fucking back down from them ever. If it comes down to protecting those that I love, i'll truck thru hell. I don't care about what happens to me anymore, it's not about me anymore. I planned for a blaze of fucking glory a long time ago.. but i leave one physical legacy on this world and that's him. He will know his father's true character, even if that's all i can fucking give him.

Current Mood: Confused.
Current Music: Cannibal Corpse, Remaimed

There will come a time in your life when you lose something that matters to you. You'll fight for it and you won't win. But what really matters isn't the war you're waging, it's that you don't lose the person you are in the midst of the battle.

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