pen's-saga

Ay' at birth, was cast into flamming pits of scum', over-looked an forgotten by God, where most men would've folded under pressure, giving into fear, reduced to nothing an just given up…. but instead, I found strength where I shouldn't of… in a place where weakness was bowed to, like it was a 'god'.. . with redemption in my sight, my cross-hairs were dead center locked-on, I inhaled…. an fired my shot, in that moment faith' was found, reached out and grabbed it to put in a heart shaped-box an' it took root, sprouted an grew iron legs to stand tall, vowed to never rest, till my names been vindicated, blood drenched standing at the foot of the cross, just a black knight's tale of His conquest to rise outta' the ashes from beyond, a mortal man, facing the demons growing within his dark-soul, un-phased, even in the face of unbeatable odds… but just when the impossible seems like it can't be done…persevering that overcomes, letting my actions become my 'holy-response' Fate whispered to me, "you'll never weather my storm"…I whispered back, "I'm the true storm that strikes fear in every warriors heart"….. as history automatically has obligations to record, the Chronicles of JusWritten's escapades an wars… trailblazing through dense forest marchin cross country like on a board weildin' a steel-blade an Torch, mind's made-up any sudden movements, definite express one way trip strait to the Lord' every battle fought shedding so much blood the ground couldn't absorb, with a sword, a slayer of beast's…an with a Pen, a slayer of Men, For glory gives herself only to those who have always dreamed of havin her hand, in the fires of the fray, where the brave take their stand.