Please see me die CENSORED

If ever, that is.

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“You need to move forward”. Their snobby distant guides always repeat it, and those on the ground always think they’re smarter, hiding under a tree. It’s too late to play dead: you’re spotted, they’ll tell it. The birds will keep coming at them until there is a 4k 60fps proof of their life slowly being drenched onto the blessed soil. The autumn colours. More’ll be here in a few.

To call my enemies people – either the leaders or the ones being lead – would be a compliment. They are often in the same fight for entirely different reasons (monetary or simply lacking their own will). Were their own country to fall, they’d laugh, too. But for now it stands intact. So I’ve no choice but to work to kill them, successfully and successively so, with laughter in the meantime heard for different reasons.