Blood on the boots supporting the frame of one to proud to not take blame. Red fading footprints chase him from the paved way where a body lays. Hot metal stays pressed to the waist, chest out below a blank yet satisfied face. Sure the future is bringing more chaos hurt and loss, but this battle not lost. War torn unhealed scars mask the exterior of a righteous heart with a fight for a cause. If a janitor never cleaned a worthless mess, before long it would spread to where the innocent stepped. Some souls have morals and quarrel with ethics, they have a right and some must kill to protect it. If one dies to save two lives the human race survives; Rule #1 -Never leave an enemy alive. -LIV
Ok. A little scary that I actually understand it. I take it as you must do what you must to survive. Well written and well put together. I like the flow of it, easy to understand.
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