A PLEA OR AN INNER CONVICTION?

The pain flushes in an abusively ushering way through my wounded flesh and blood.
The profusely bruised memories bubbling through my very life fluid,
Is rushing through with a piercing and most agonizing sensation,
Into the very existence of physical and spiritual aspects of my life.
All things are tested but the results of my deepest perseverance is still
To be awaited; for I don’t know when is the justice going to be handed
Over to me by my prayers and inner conviction that I shall win and win only =
And nothing else. It’s no plea before any body; rather it’s the most severe
Form of admonishing act for the betrayers of my feelings which are immensely bathed and
Imbued with the innermost feelings of my profoundly loved mentor Ikeda Sensei.
A lion alone battles, tussles, cuddles to death, waives the sword, every time reaffirms
its whole might, squeezes its blood, crushes and mashes its mortal flesh, bone and blood, cries to the heavens just like its most powerful mentor, roars audaciously, tries to throw the most powerful leap with its penetrating powerful ferocious claws,
Tries to set itself free from the shudderingly entanglers of its negative karmas of the time immemorial. With only one aspiration to be triumphant and realize the true essence of the bloody sanguine of a grandeur of success.