Destiny War

(Soul Tokens Edition)

I have never stood on a battlefield—

yet the machine guns in my mind

fire without warning.

They interrupt peace.

They shatter stillness.

They try to rewrite who I am.

Still—

I was woven in silk and fire.

Threaded with intention.

Carved with direction I chose myself.

This path?

It is mine.

No voice can confiscate it.

No doubt can repossess it.

No tears can dissolve what was written into my bones.

Yes, fate has inked its outline—

but I hold the pen in motion.

The battle does not rage in distant lands.

It wades through my mornings.

It lingers in my pauses.

It whispers when I am tired.

Win or lose,

the power lives inside me.

If the fight is mine,

then so is the destiny.

Time will not slow its march.

It will not offer mercy

so I can catch my breath.

So I rise.

I ride through the noise.

Through the doubt.

Through the thunder in my skull.

I grip the reins of the moment—

and hold tight.

This is not destruction.

This is becoming.

This is Destiny War.