From the bloodied front
i don't have a lot of time to write
what little time i have seems spent in prayer
prayer for purity
prayer for strength
i will not falter, no matter how tired i am
my sword is matted with blood, and my gun jammed ages ago
i can hear them howling, a second front opened up just days since i last wrote
the blood smeared faces, elongated teeth chewing through my soldiers necks and chests
only by Gods will do i still stand
but i stand on a pile of rotting heretics
i addressed the men today
there are hundreds dead or missing
but thousands cheer as i call them to battle
with this host by my side, i will do His work
or i will die trying
