Supernatural Protector

Man has allayed his death by notable 
spells and aforementioned charms to 
deflect the inevitable and endgame of
life, he has taken great upheaval to
safeguard his life, his unbounded chants
seem to govern his courage, the valiant 
cantraips of lore and legacy have displaced
thousands upon thousands of soldiers to the
long oaken table of Valhalla, the ever bountiful Elysian
Fields and the jagged and emptied Potter's Filed; only 
sated kings and frivolous queens are warded 
by such incantations; soldiers die alone, no
shield of divinity cometh to any killer, God
doesn't take sides with slaughterers and butchers,
you'll never find honor in killing another human,
there's no superior ranking in the annihilation of
any race, you will die alone in utmost pain and 
your kingdom but another war upon another, and
your defiance in holding on to any talisman or spell
will only echo in silence from your eternal grave.

-  John Hardesty