( this blog's theme was inspired by Austin & his war obsession,

it also expresses my outlook on a certain topic & my opinion if not more than that to others)

  This is the ultimate Victory, if it is battled & fought just right. That victory brings us soul alliances til our death, if not longer.

  But victory is tricky. for just one side overpowering the other is just as glorious, at for awhile that is until th captives break off their chains, and rise from their oppression against their own captivity. But meanwhile, Victory earns whatever it so desires with scarce if at all any amount of payment in returns!

   The Battle lines are drawn by agreement in terms. The object is to steal the enemies resources: their weapons, alimony, and their plans. to which they are force to surrender.

( now allow me to explain. this is a battle between 2 selves, and not everyone will fight. but many fight it more than once. you'll understand soon enough.The weapons is the heart, the alimony is the soul, and plans is the mind) when you accomdate one of thse you have indeed won your first battle, but when you have them all. you have won & victory is yours. by that you have their profits, and have yourself slaves to you!

 This battle i face my goal is soul alliances!I do not want slavery, i would only feel sorry for my slaves, and try to free them! but nor do i want to be a slave.

 so far i have snuck in your camp, and stole your weapons, not all of them im sure, but enough to make you weaker than you have ever been. But you have stolen from me also. You have stolen a great deal of my weapons, my alimony,you've even stole my army though i still have most of my  plans. but what good is a general without an army.

 " you have Stolen my heart & soul and i am no longer complete with out you.but then i still have my mind!"

[ In the End because my country is ignorant; My men hav fed their whole liveson intolerance, and my woman have nursed thir babies on equality. Justice WILL be served. ad whn they shake off their iron chains, you will fall hard. My aviation will fly over you and destroy the future plans you had for your slaves. And we will take a stading ovation to the heart, to the soul, and to the mind.]

 my soul is trapped in your dungeon, It longs to be free once again it searches for a door not locked. and my heart, my poor,tortured heart is held for ransom among your men.It hurts me when it rfuses to cooperate,and the part you dont have of my mind is not mine anymore.they've turned against me And they are your spies.

      you have my country in chains, and threaten my people with wips, i am as helpless as a wanderer of the desert. you have forced my people into slavery.
but despite all this my soul screams liberty, my heart beats
loyalty, and my mind will die free from you!

For war's sake i cry out for alliance.