Winged Victory

the unadulterated power required 

to hold back the avalanche in my throat

doesn't come to the fainthearted.

i have excavated my own entrails

for my sovereignty

i have tasted the exsanguinated corpse of war

in ways you could never bear

because i believe there are things for which

we are meant to fight.

and more than anything

there is power in belief,

this belief will be sunk into my marrow

long after i am dead.

No amount of purgation

could burn away the immutability of this gospel.