Chapter 16
Life is ever so cynical. How dare destiny. How dare I be brave enough to question destiny, yet too weak to go against it? I am a weakling, I have always been one. A coward, why won't I run? I want to run. Why am I here, when I wish to be there? Why was I born into pain, why did I lead the life of the ignorant? Knowing was painful, knowing was pain...we had enough pain. She helped alleviate that pain, we hated not our enemies, but loved them. We wanted to guide them to our ways, teach them about God, and show them the light. We smiled, laughed and persevered. We wanted them too. This however was our only power. We had nothing else. Or at least I didn't. They've become so powerful that I didn't know if winning this war would be possible. But my wife had now birthed a boy, whom I belive will carry our legacy and give way to peace. In my world he does this, in the world of God it may be me, or my sons his children.
I am weak.
