I have said this before and I will say it again. To be denounced is to be ridiculed by a person for that persons own well being or social stature. I have been denounced many times but to stand for such in justice will never suffice. I have ridiculed many and to this day to my own personal dismay I have seen the turmoil it will cause another. To brainwash a person against another person is a social injustice and should never be tolerated. Throughout history it has shown to many times bring cruelty and injustice to a social class of people. I will not tolerate or should yourselves or others. To disrespect me should be to die, among the living you no longer belong because you have become something that will breed and spread to the minds of others. Do not wish to harm me by defamation thou will not tolerate this as I swear to punish those who cause me damages. As I personally abide by my own rules and wish you no harm but will respect your self image as you will respect mine.

    I found myself far from where it began. I looked back to the beginning to see how far I had come. It was a long walk back to where I had started from. To turn back now was a ridiculous thought. The longer I walked the more my legs hurt. I started ahead again on a brisk pace and new that the further I went the faster it'd go. I had heard that along my way many times. I'm not sure if I even truly believed it. Did it go faster, and if so how was that possible? I would have to see for myself when I get there I guessed. To have come this far was a testament to my own resolve at least I knew that much. Many times I had wanted to quit. I wouldn't have come this far but it was just to much despair inside of me if I had to go back to my humble beginnings. I had accomplished so much as if that really mattered. What did matter was the place I had started was as uncomfortable as uncomfortable could be and I could bear the uncomfortableness no longer. I had to move onward an upward so I had thought. To move upward was a figurative thought and to me it meant to move to a more comfortable position as if this was comfortable and so it seems that the distance traveled was all in my head. For it must be because the more I traveled the more obstacles stood in my way from achieving my goal. The goal, that was the motivation. The motivation was there to help me achieve the goal but the goal once reached seemed no longer like a goal at all but more like a milestone. Alas to some day find the true treasure and what was that treasure to be. For something would motivate me upon my way, the goal so it be called I suppose was worth all the effort if it in fact it could be attained. I have for one have never been satisfied with the end results or for the journey traveled for which it was obtained. It seemed tedious to me. Far to much effort for such little reward but unbenounced to me somebody somewhere was supposedly enjoying it. For who they are I didn't know nor did I care.  I just wanted it to be over and the sooner the better.

Today was the day when Rome came around full force besieged full forces down. The war was all started the beginning and end and to lose all the fight was to lose all the men. Today it all started the fight worth the fight the mightiest might was the might of the might. I put my own place with the men and the warriors. I was first  inline for the in store of the the fight and I was the first inline to feel the might of the night. I wheedled my sword and shield and plunged to my death and this is what I said with my very last breath. I came as a warrior and I leave as one too but tonight was the night that my life is all thru. I won many battles I fought with the best and to lose this battle I'd have to come to my rest. I besieged many cities I fought long and hard I have struggled in battles only to lose only yards. I never before went to my knees and to lose only battles was to lose only to ones fear and I have never lost ever. As my own life is a true mirror of the truth and the one who had won because to lose I would have to be done and finished and I wasn't to this very day. To beat me is to kill me and then only then can you call it a victory I said to my very last friend. He replied back to know you is to respect you my friend as the truth is that I've fought many of men but only to you would I kneel for the art slow to know you is to fear you only I've come to love you like a brother and the true end is here it is only to lose you as my friend is my lonely last fear. As I felt the sword plunge I looked to my left and I saw the collapse of my lonely last friend. I looked at the night the fight was a fight and I soon realized my last night was this night. To look upon the night now I knew only then to believe in ones self you had to believe it would end. I always believed that it would I always believed the true truth that to besiege ones fear one had to conquer the notion that life is a battle up hill or not to lose the battle was to quit the one fight you couldn't dam stop. I relished the fact that I went out with a fight and I relished the fact that to this very night I had to believe that the true end was near to win the fight was to win over fear. I had beaten it then and to this very day I have conquered my fear and lived my life full cause without fear holding me hostage I was free. Free to be me. Free to fight fights and free to be the one person with the might of the might.