“…to loose the bands of wickedness…”
If hacking chains is exhilarating work, it is also gut-wrenching. Tear jerking.
It is neither for the faint-hearted, nor for the half-committed…
But it is brilliantly, brilliantly rewarding.
Little wonder then that many an eager recruit has taken to the field with clumsy grip and misfit armor to seek fame in such brave exploits. Only, without first counting (or even knowing) the cost.
These first six words betray one of the best-kept secrets of the dark side.
License is bondage.
Lust is an iron chain.
And many, many beautiful people are wearing such fetters.
But these, my friends,
These are the first chains to go.
Only, they will never fall helpless before the faith (or the fervent fuming) of the faint-hearted,
or the half-committed.
From these same six words rings out to every soldier sharpening his sword for such a battle, this thundered imperative- a charge commanding every anguished drop of a soldier’s undying commitment:
Be. thou. pure.
Be thou pure.
Because only purity is stronger than vice.