Monthly Archives: June 2009


We are the fire under the ashes. One day we will rise and burn you.

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The Rise

My brown eyes like the exterior of two rifles, my ink-black pupils have become two dark barrels. My pupils dilate, reloading, my whole body shakes, my soul screaming, that beast within, war cries…. Firing looks, driving away those who drove you away from me. Fists clenched. The march is on.

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