Face Forward.

Weekend's battle was victorious.
It sure feels good zapping unwanted things out of people.
The atmosphere seems pretty jittery though.
Some of us feel naked

'Cos we're not the same anymore.

It's good to be cleaned-up.
But the next step of being filled-up must be immediate.

Nothing left vacant is good.

Just topitup with the right stuff.

It's really times like these,
Our past may float before us,
All the familiar feelings.

It'll be like sugared and spiced history seducing your appetite.
Swallow if you need.
Salivate a 'lil you may.

But strip its deception and nip it you must.

Sometimes we must revisit the torturous trip we suffered under our ex-bondages.
(Not physically going through it. Just mentally, for safety's sake)
Or we'll forget where we've come from
And how we'll never want to turn back.

Sounds like common sense.

But we really are like sheep.

We can get downright dumb sometimes.

I can say that because I was one fool who turned back.
The only way to win is to walk forward.

No one is spared to fight.

It can jellyup your legs when you face giants,
'Cos every step you take,
They only get larger.

But we are given the authority and ability to conquer all.

Except that we cannot turn back.

We've got the helmet, shield, sword, breastplate, shoes,
But we've got nothing to protect our backs.

The enemy may seem big and indomitable
But really,

They fear your faces.

The nearer you get,
O' how their hearts quake in your presence.

They know who you are.
They know what you're made up of.
They are terrified by the Name you represent.

But they love to see your backs.

In no time they spit weapons at you.

Don't let them do that to you again.

Face forward.
Like mirrors,
Let Glory sting Evil's eyes.