Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will not fear. For I have traded my sword for a pen because through violent sins, I will not repent again. Reborn like a Phoenix from ashes of a past life, a new man and with a match, my past life I will ignite. I strive to the light, though escaping is hard try as I might. Through months of recovery, months gone by, months of backing off the edge, and trying not to die. Now as I get closer to the end of Nero Angelo's Alley, the shadow of death, I fear the darkness. But I put away my sword, and now it rusts in the valley of the shadow of death.
December 11, 2011