An Invincible Spirit

I am convinced that any mortal man is more aware of his invincible spirit, more enraged than a rebel not being trampled by fear: I can't defy death and not be lowered into that cold grave, that deep pit where all senses and thoughts deprave one of human glory and remind one of grievous sin! I am the breath of a wind whiffling through treetops, or blowing hard bringing down the gulls of storms... I am small compared to grotesque mountains but as mighty as an opposing will never to be plagued by permissible guilt! I am more afraid of a thief pillaging than a stormy night approaching, I value life, its sanctity, and purpose; who kills and stains his hands with blood can't forever hide in clandestine aspect and walk around freely not being tormented by his crime! Oh, He expects mercy or leniency, even God will declare him guilty after a life spent doing heinous deeds; let him the coldness of prison bars and bitterly regret the life he chose! I am insignificant in the sight of foolish men, not portraying myself as worldly and potent; more significant I am in the sight of God, showing humbleness, not blatant and loud... or bragging about fortunes made with a pen: I'm very proud to be fearless and resilient!