20 days left, to my last war cry.

20 days left… before an army so vast that the very mention of them strikes fear into hearts of lives.

20 days left… before the soldiers march..

March to face the greatest enemy since Alexander the great was dead.

March to face… empty pieces of paper…

Our pens striking the empty blanks down.

Filling them with the blood of our hearts.

Our ruler straightening the lines of our own greatest warriors.

Our minds protecting us as we get shot by each of the darting questions thrown at us in the shape of spears.

Our God, as our saviour, weapon, and greatest defender..

Stands for all.

As king, he commands us forward as we march to victory.