It’s when we actually feel we are greater in this world when all sort of negative stuff starts to slap us in our face and that brave heart of us just start to bleed and stop beating for a moment. What use does your armor have? Those gold shields turns to rust. The wall fall into pieces. We are defeated. We shut our doors, restrict the windows from the light of the sun, and there on the dark, we pity ourselves, helpless and weak.
What will we do now?
The breath of an angel of death is suffocating us.
Are we just going to give up and sleep on the wings of death?
What will the undefeated warrior will do?
Doors are locked… darkness prevail on our once hopeful room…
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