042: Unconditional

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This poem, if my memory serves me right, has no direct person of inspiration. I imagined of war at those times when I created this, and it seemed to me that this poem reflects how love can give so much that the heart, as we realize through the process, is actually "bottomless," like when you order iced tea. I felt so much pain in this poem. It reminds me of days when you have unrequited love before your eyes, and you can do nothing to change the way things happen through it. I can only think of hopelessness, and my mind starts to break just now. I do, because this is, what I think, is happening before my eyes.

XLII

UNCONDITIONAL

I am a warrior

Who protected the city of my ancestors

As I steady my bow and arrow

As I clash sword to sword

I think of all the things

Sacrificed, offered, and unreturned

From the time I first held a dagger

To now and each passing moment

For hope

Never to bare my courage

Never to fail my beloved

To save the many of them

To do my duty as one

To rather die than live

For the spirit of hope

I am a knight

Who protected the church of my religion

As I shine on my heavy armor

As I train myself to war

I think of all the things

Sacrificed, offered, and unreturned

From the time I first rode a horse

To now and each passing moment

For faith

Never to reason the clamor

Never to fail my beloved

To save the many of them

To do my duty as one

To rather die than live

For the spirit of faith

I am a soldier

Who protected the helpless and the innocent

As I scope my gun in silence

As I snipe each foe and rebel

I think of all the things

Sacrificed, offered, and unreturned

From the time I first joined the army

To now and each passing moment

For peace

Never to strike the poor

Never to fail my beloved

To save the many of them

To do my duty as one

To rather die than live

For the spirit of peace

I am an angel

Who protected my one and only true love

As I stood beside patiently

As I guided minds to paths

I think of all the things

Sacrificed, offered, and unreturned

From the time I ascended into heaven

To now and each passing moment

For light

Never to question the order

Never to fail my beloved

To save the many of them

To do my duty as one

To rather die than live

For the spirit of light

I am a friend

Who protected my heart and its pieces

As I listened to joys and sorrows

As I gave my best decisions

I think of all the things

Sacrificed, offered, and unreturned

From the time I first spoke to you

To now and each passing moment

For memory

Never to err in judgement

Never to fail my beloved

To save the many of them

To do my duty as one

To rather die than live

For the spirit of memory

I am me

Who protected the most important in me

As I pass by and watch closely

As I contemplate on pure essence

I think of all the things

Sacrificed, offered, and unreturned

From the time of my birth

To death and forever

For me

Never to waste a second

Never to fail my beloved

To save the many of them

To do my duty as one

To rather die than live

For me

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