Blessed is war. Upon these shoulders I bear the mantle of Warrior.
Lay upon me this second skin of false nerves so that I might feel the pain I must inflict. Grant me eyes of glass so that I might pierce the darkness and see what dwells within. Into my skull may you drive the veins of binary so that I might parse the infinite complexity of the cosmos and drive back the horror.
Grant unto me Armour, thick enough to withstand the collapse of worlds. Grant unto me the Lance, hot enough to cut through the body of the void. Grant unto me the Gun, so that the fearless will know fear.
I am thy instrument. Use my flesh until it is scorched. Grind my bones below this metal chassis. I will labour in war until my mind is dust.
For blessed is war.
Paddy Dobson
10th June 2022