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~ Prepare my sons, a reckoning portends in magnitude that quells our force at hand. Lay low thy heads and pray the lance extends beyond the sword thine enemies command. Pray not to fear, for fear is but a chain that fetters dread and shackles in disgrace. Pray wounds from battle levy no disdain, and in His name, let dying be with grace. When death befalls, let valor lie in state then gallantly release thy mortal strife, pray heaven’s arms shall lead us to His gate to lend our souls to everlasting life. Behold the fury, face this foe as one, for glory waits beyond the rising sun. 9-10-2020

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Date: 9/26/2020 3:18:00 PM
So beautiful, Mark! A prayer, a praise...onward!
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Date: 9/17/2020 12:16:00 AM
Wow, Mark, your writing is phenomenal. My dog woke me up (it's 3 in the morning), but I will read more of your works today. :-)
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Date: 9/17/2020 9:18:00 AM
Thanks Regina (btw...I have a dog like that!)
Date: 9/11/2020 2:41:00 AM
Heya, Mark. I'm assured of the morale boost your men will receive from hearing this war cry. Specific in direction, spiritual in nature. An extremely firm entry, bound to be listed with winners.
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Date: 9/11/2020 4:54:00 AM
Thanks for stopping by Sigrid, I appreciate the note.