A No-Warrior
i can speak before thousands of people, and yet i still fail to speak to my own heart,
i can promise them heaven but with least i'd be doomed in hell,
i fear nothing crested with a gallant shield, but with nothing inside as my soul gasps for bravery,
i am no sword for that my edge is not to be honed for havoc,
i can fly but not even a nautical from the peak of sky, heavenly stars and beyond,
what if i am golden armor but a mere mortal flesh inside,
what glory shall i hold to if none embraces their lost souls,
i am no man without his land, never-nay will i be better if my blood drought all its faith.
by: Mr Henciltep
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