Commandment Battlement - Part Four -

Trumpet the ethos of these wading warriors with the hollowed bones of their panygeric prophets,resonating triumphant tones, to forever honor,protect,& perpetuate the valor,virtue,& victory of this Holy Order, the irridescent echo seeps from their Father's tombs, for what extent shall I blaze myself and minions in the arrows path, so to coddle an intangible hope made of a prayer's dope, or in a mind where a prevailing vision roams, nay, to avert that macbre nightmare of having my People's progeny becoming the pigmy of a teething tyrant who condones the perversion of civilization's tomes, a coalesced consciousness consummated by the last bastion with a vigorous vigil on this Christmas Eve, solemn and sacramental the emotion is which this of our hearts the Almighty exhumes, A dispatched soldier ploying as scout,remote, waiting ignorantly to be smote, a far but not forgotten armored satellite being selfless, his vanity enemy's threat consumes, an unbridled but composed offensive of a triplicate terror delivered by an indefatigable knight , an ultimatum presented simply but also strictly, one at least his assault maroons, J.A.B. - Part Four -