When the horrors of battle are over...
...How does a warrior define himself in times of peace?

I've borne my Soul unto you.
I've shown you my flaws,
My imperfections,
The chinks in the armor.
And instead of running,
You smiled,
And asked.

When do we start?

How long can you live in the Underworld?
Where the walls are made of skulls,
And the rivers flow hot with fire.
Toiling endlessly,
On the task of "self-improvement".
How many years will you waste on this?
When there is already a booming voice in the back of your head,
Telling you what is right and what is wrong.
Your conscience.
Listen to it,
And you will never know the land of the dead.

Sometimes we feel alone,
But the stars that glitter around the sky,
Are the Gods watching us.
Their smiles are wide,
And their hearts are full of joy and love.

Let your fears wash away,
On the shores of peace.

There is a good soul in everyone.

Anyone can throw a stone,
But it's much harder to forge a tower of gold.