Words.

I will fight

Until my body gives away.

I will stay fighting.

I will not be the reason for burning sage in the cage of lucifer and his knights.

I will be fighting for nights.

There are no lights where blood runs cold and the wounds aren't old and the children are told to run as fast as possible and don't look back.

Mommy and Daddy are going to attack.

Mommy and Daddy might not come back.

Until my bones break.

Until I can feel my muscles ache.

Until my heart shatters.

I will continue to fight.

I will fight for you and expect nothing in return.

Because, either way, the world is going to burn.

I will fight for the strangers on the street because their feet are going to carry us past defeat and into sweet victory.

I will fight for every child taking its first step.

That step will be on the land we had bled on.

The land we have suffered upon.

And the land we have died on.

I will sacrifice my blood for generations to come.

I will sacrifice my soul for the hope that we shall never see these problems again.

I am going into battle blind.

But I am also going into battle hopeful.

Because that is all I have left.