The Unachieved Fearless Story

Though hard difficult oncoming days continue to be changed more dramatic on my mind and intimidating on my body, I still persevere my intentions moving forward ahead. The enemy hasn't entirely destroyed my existence exactly. The attackers haven't drained me exhausted intolerably. And certainly, the vicious adversities haven't defeated me dissolved dead in the grave overturned my work finished egregiously. 

 

I was feared dead, some unconcerned themselves evasive about me ignorant and forgotten unneeded, as if I had been killed a speechless memory. I still climb the mountain; training, reaching, stretching and pursuing the top guided by an angel of justice pitching to sprinkle a conscience of energy over my shoulder. 

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My feet haven't tIRED out; my hands haven't betrayed my body slapped flesh reprimanded my weakness against the thoughts of my light battling the rock of internalized strength. The unsuccessful failure isn't the struggle, but the empowered spirit of unburdened initiation is resilient REWARD FOR prominence to the hopeless.

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Marked as last sole-survivor of unwarranted uncompassionate compromise, everything I retained in knowledge fundamentally I kept sustained personal. My risen righteousness hasn't been desecrated repugnant annihilation crushed ended the untold story; but seized asleep safe when needed repeated proven worthy. Only seemed by covered test planned will recovered intelligence be reused necessary advantage, ready to conquer the difficult obstacles to surmount honored victory.