Is It Me

with open mind and hardened heart im trekking thru this plane when enemies cant play their part it leaves much to explain is somthing truely hovering that gives me such a glow? opponents surely shuddering at something.. i dont know is it the fact that i prepared my head for future trials? or is it the torch that i bared that gives me such a guile i think that its my diety that makes things fall apart with weapons rasing against me my praying surely starts