First I felt the sting and then came the pain. The arrows continuously pierced my chest. They were laced with poison; it rushed into my veins and raced through my body. I couldn't take my eyes off my wounds, and deterring my mind was just as impossible.
The torment overwhelmed me. Of nothing else could I conceive: not the source of these arrows, not a hope for relief. Only my ache and my agony. This offered no escape.
Somewhere inside of me, humility gasped for a breath, and my eyes and my mind escaped myself.
For on my left, I saw the enemy's army approaching--from the bottom of the hills they flooded. Troops of vandals leaving a path of destruction in their pursuit of me. They sought my flesh and my soul. And now my pain was accompanied by despair.
But with a glance to my right I saw the sun beaming off the armor that cloaked the troops perched up on the cliff, keeping a steadfast watch over me. With the first syllable of my feeble utter for help, they swept down from above with their wings spread wide. In no measure of time were they at my side.
While some surrounded and kept me, others set off to level the enemy. With their swords they slaughtered the ferocious beasts from head to toe. Upon this sight, many of the enemy cowered and retreated in fear. Triumph was declared. With this, all glory befell upon the victors' lord. Such beauty demanded that never again should I hesitate to call upon His care.
If only I never failed to see that there is so much more to this battle than me.
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