Jolting from my hiding spot, my gun unloaded the rest of the
round, and sat there reloading with my shaking hands.
One kill away from my life ending, my fears crumbled into a
core of hate.
I suddenly turned to deliver my shots and got one in the
leg.
Screaming was mute to me, seeing his mouth open but no
sound.
Mercilessly, he ended with a slice of his neck.
The red river flowed between the pebbles as his eyes slowly
rolled back.
Dear enemy was living for too short and now facing the truth
of hope.
When will this end?
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