Repent Thy Sins

From the trenches:


I am Commissar Muskeg, a soldier in the never ending war to bring the light to darkened places. Though I am not a true soldier, my journey and battles are no less difficult for it. For the sake of security (least the enemy discover my communications and glean valuable information), my true name will not be divulged. Perhaps this is all to grandiose for a first entry, but I suppose that is who I am. I will profess no real sense for what is to be written, but I would hazard the guess that this is what a blog is for, to write down what would otherwise be left to the void. 


I battle daily for my own continued sanity, and for the soul I house in my body. Not always is this against a person, a place, or even a thing so much as it is a fight for my continued existence. I will not lie, my own flaws are what harm me the most, making the most mundane of tasks impregnable fortresses, my latent desires a mighty foe, and the whispered voices of my own failing sanity akin to the crumbling of a once grand bastion.


I repent my sins, but as they are manyfold and some unmentionable for the sake of politeness, I shall not delve much deeper. I soon go to war with my teachers, my mentors on the field of battle. To gather more information is a lofty goal, like a mountain fortress armed with dedicated soldiers and battle ready war machines. I do not go unarmed, but at the forefront of a mighty host; a single yet many faceted entity who's capacities are legion. I march to the tune of a thousand pounding feet, the song of a howled battle cry lifting me up to battle my foe as an avatar for all that is righteous. I shall return, victorious; and though I may be battered, my smile will show my soul as unmarred.


-God wills it -
---Commissar Muskeg---