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Mother Warrior

The Great Reckoning

By Amelia LakenPublished 4 years ago Updated 3 years ago 2 min read

Hold fast Be strong Put your iron on It's time Your sojourn has come to an end.

Get your spear, paint your face: Blue, white and black delicately interlace.

Do not fear Have courage You know what's at stake

~Your soul~ They can never decimate ~It’s your strength~ They will always underestimate

Blue in the center, white at the top, black at the bottom then blue connects each swath

Quickly, grab your spear! Make haste to the field; War is it hand! Keep your faith

Breath in courage Exhale fear

These constructs in place They are not real

They are quintessentially fake You know the truth

Find your stength Your power will quicken exponentially. It's there… it always has been

Dig deep Do not dare to placate Do not assimilate! Forthwith, truth will instantaneously propagate

Take courage Find your strength Have faith You are prepared for battle

You~ My dear Are no helpless flower You are a savage A vicious warrior

They always get this wrong and you persevere

You are a stalwort in deed Above all in austere prowess

Stand strong

Put your iron on Do not fear It's time

Make haste to the field!

Take your place beneath Orion

What you know~ What you have always known is now at hand

Put your iron on! Grab your spear!

The truth~ Injustice cannot continuously defeat

Justice~ Shall overcome and vindicate It always does… It always will…

The Great Reckoning is on the horizon

You, my dear Are a warrior; ferocious down to the innermost cells of your core

Be brave, stand strong

Justice will not fail It cannot

True Justice Follows a higher creed One that ensures truth and righteousness prevail Stay strong it won’t be long Truth will overcome It always endures Because it is pure~ the True Light Unadulterated and will always remain the indubitable constant

Truth~ Undeniably, is what remains I Completely unobstructed or obscured

You are a warrior Unrelenting A savage Stand strong Make haste to the field! War is at hand! Do not fear what is What always has been You follow the Light above Who sits upon the throne

Have courage- You are a warrior A brutal savage to your innermost core Do not relent

This war you were destined to win It is the one and only inevitable Never once inconceivable Whether in retrospect In thought, or through your carefully protected treasure You were always meant to be the victor This battle belongs to you fierce warrior fight it! You cannot lose

Do not fear ~ Death has no bearing on the outcome

My dear warrior My viscous savage Go now and fight This is what you were made for!

You did not get this wrong Down the field, beneath Orion The Great Reckoning is at hand!

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Amelia Laken

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