My eyes look on in bewilderment at plentiful gifts round me.
I watch and take pleasure in it.
The new world according to this Warrior breathes now.
She smiles at me and is all of mine and I win for the wanting and getting of all that love brings for me.
Without adornment, Teaching amounts to impenetrable social justice and I remain.
Burn and Rid the Old to the wind. It disappears quickly to dust and dirt as it were.
She’s my Goddess Bellona and I Her armored-clad Honos.
This Warrior stands and walks into Battle.
Bear notice.
This new world.
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