If these words are my last...

And if their weapons shall impale my flesh, may it not prosper in your mind that I’m tarnished beyond measure. For loving arms that shall receive me, have known me better than I’ve come to know myself. They carry me beyond the pain of endings and finality in this world of ours. May the enemy who sought after me be of no use. Their conclusion has yet to be found. Their lies and treachery will do as it has done since the dawn of time: answer to what made them. My bed in eternity is tucked away, safe and sound. A peace that is solely my own. A cadence I’ve met in the absolute. Blessed be this lord, that receives and seeks his children. May you not be tempted to forget you belong to a love that eludes the comprehension of its betrothed.