one lone warrior losing himself in the vast, open, cold land covered in snow... prays to find himself and his reason for existance once again. With sword in ground and on his knees he prays the words "If there is a God... will he not show his servent the way to peace... for too long have i endured a hell contained inside me."
again he finds no answer... but there is a small glimmer of hope that still remains in the deep corners of his suffering heart.... he will pray and pray each day until he receives his desired answer.
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