Down, but not really by camo

Fuck praise the Lord, praise the lowered. that man kicked down the ladder that still continues his climb. the one that lacks the support external so he reaches again for that crutch in his soul. "forward" is the only word on his mind despite the multitude of curses on his tongue. a shell of vulgarity hides his true shine. he keeps that light for himself and those he deems worthy only. you look mad, did I upset you? that's okay, I'm not even sorry. this is how i feel and I'll no longer apologize for it.