The older and stronger one becomes, the true royalty by blood and by heaven, seeking God, praying for what is just and right and blessed, the more he must face the demons and principalities of this world, like an eroding metal or an outer wall that takes the heat of the battle, the greatest attacks, teeming with cracks, fissures, though with efforts to rebuild to continue to defend, while others settle behind the castled fortress. Taking the hits, the beating that men do deserve, they endure though not unscathed, and rebuild in times of peace. Many today, Christians too, are the babes, as all have begun, held and cudgeled in rooms deep and buried within the chambers of the abodes of the city, and when under fire, do not feel perturbed or much disturbance. They pray, and their prayers heard, they sleep well, and eat the finest food. Meanwhile, what they cannot yet know, is that outside there are those who defend the life they live, till the day comes that they too may fight, defend, crumble, and die as nobility and as those to be remembered in the paintings, in the stories, and in the inner thoughts of the heart, rebuilding again and again till their dying breath, for those who come thereafter.