religiosity

frustration is the key to my propulsion. a glass shield and a paper sword are the array that protect this pilgrim. with these i carry on toward the emblem of my faith. crafty as they are, my eyes can see the lack of luster in my many foes. i have stripped them of their fervor and zeal and now bear it upon myself.hard fought, with tooth and nail, knife and stone till ample casualties amounted. it seems that the battle was mine all along, i needed only take the chance, and sacrifice. the key was to indulge outward and bestow the feelings i desperately sought to instill in myself. TEN FOLD WAS THE RETURN. to this effect i have succeeded, gradually gaining, and inching toward the unattainable.