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Yet we run them down

Running with the calvary since I was 7 years old. 

Leaving my sticky blood in the clay seems incomplete.

Violence and agony are music only the insane can hear. 

What a heart pumping fife and drum called me from my home. 

Taking the flag,  silver and guns is one fool's quest for men heading to damn nation is all I am saying.

Is it all I  know?

I learned one thing I think I need to tell you.

 When what you love is in danger. 

When you are out numbered,  out gunned or just out matched. 

But you still got to look them in the eye. 

What do you think it is that will give you a chance?  

What is the look that you need them to see?  

Is it the lizard eye of a cold blooded sociopath? 

The sad eyes of a man who has killed before?

The arrogant shine of invincibility?

What is this magic look?

I will tell you.

Let him see the pain.

Let him see the years of torment,  agony, and suffering you have felt in the excruciating trip of the nightmare of the warrior's path. 

Let him see the knife wounds,  torn ligaments,  broken bones,  black eyes,  and purple bruises. 

The tell him in your eyes if you must you will do it again with him. 

It is the only thing that works. 

Let him. 

Let him see the pain. 

If that doesn't work... Prove it.

Love must be defended.

 What a painful truth.  

~mliarrrr

 

 

 

 

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