It is my ink inlaid with blood that I do write from my heart,I fear not what lays before me I fear not what walls my quill may break. I need no shame in what I write nor feel as my writing will and shall remain so from me and my heart My sword is sharp,sharper than any steel for I need no threat to obtain my feelings,no anger in my voice for only in your mind will I blossom and win the war within ....the peace shall be my Eden