Sunday, January 4, 2026

In Public Life

I stood before the jury of my peers, to hear their words of judgment. All the
 liars chose to target my weakness, by forgetting their own. But they turned
to devour themselves in bitter frenzied assassinations. I was unworried. My
life had meaning, but many understood that the meaning was serve and die. 

My will did fade in my heart due to challenges of human anger and despair.
One way or other, my life was never meant for any others to live. I'm called 
to serve, after all, I am a soldier, the nail that the hammer struck down. Built 
for my battle, raised to serve and find my path. I stand firm and true. As my 
life had been redeemed by holy blood, I know.      
                                                                                        In Testamento Suo