I was born of human frailty, and ****** into the heart of life's raging battles. My strength was tempered in the fire of oppression. My soul was purged through the need to sacrifice. I have carried burdens and I have been weighed down with fears. My mortal strength often fails, but my spirit has been purified as Gold through the furnace and silver through the fire. I am tempered and unblemished made ready for the master forgers hand. I will be created in the image of perfection, what ever the master determines that to be. I will be purified and made whole a vessel for the service of the greater good and worthy to inherit the kingdom to come.