To the core.

Andrew Deaton

I move in silence.

I speak without words.

 

I turn the other cheek.

This is not weak.

 

This is power.

This is a shield.

 

Silence is the shield.

The word is my sword.

 

I wear this armor and only strike when needed.

 

This great work i have completed.

 

Stoic to the core. 

I have learned this and so much more.

  • Author: Poetic Burrito (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 19th, 2025 06:45
  • Category: Spiritual
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