Jesus On The Battlefield.

Righteous Path.

Even on the battlefield, there are rare Saints and Beacons Of Light,...who shine with this faint light, faint yet distinct, this touch of Humanity.

Never understood this idea, until I Served myself, dug through The Rubble, pulled out The Dead, and returned with Chronic PTSD.

Soaring, hypnotic voice of, The Alkonost.

Majestic, aura fills the sky,

Saviour.

Paradise.

Bloodshed, malice,

stripped away,

weapons laid to rest.

Moment of silence,

banner,

fills the sky.

In a world full of Brutal Violence, Senseless Hatred, Stifling Barbarity, Complete Emotional, Desensitization,...there are rare Beacons Of Light, faint yet distinct, that are inspiration enough, inspiration enough, they shine through, Jesus On The Battlefield, time stands still, momentary cessation of all of the Hurt and Suffering, makes me remember, remember,...what Kindness, Loyalty, Humane Touch,...truly are.

Jesus On The Battlefield.

It is enough, more than enough, much more than enough, to make Hardened Warriors, Trained Soldiers, break down by themselves at night, after the dust has settled, and alone, Weep Softly, Weep.

Where the Hurt, the Malice, the Suffering,

unravel,

can be laid to rest,

Alkonost,

Saviour,

Paradise.

Delivered.

Delivered.

Can Only Weep Softly, Weep.

Lest I Forget.

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