I am willing to burn this decaying body to light the way forward for you.
I am willing to hold the sword with my blood-stained hands and cut off the thorns blocking your way.
I would like to turn into a chirping eagle and soar in the sky, just because the glance I look down at is your eternal figure.
The sword is covered in dust, but the spirit remains;
Flesh rots, but faith endures.
He prostrates himself on the ground in the most pious manner and prays to the sky.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit:
I am willing to spend all the suffering in this life to create glory for you for a hundred generations.
Conception: