OUT OF REACH
Imagine the power to gather the Gods grace that is your humble reward, your born impulse to share and you honorably direct it toward, disbelievers that lack grace and evil they no longer fight, you Summon, you yearn, plead their hearts fill with might, but sadly you acknowledge, it\'s an impossible plight. Cry not dear warrior who never will fear the grim reaper, some lost souls just stay lost, remember, each and all are their own keeper +
Bobby O