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I will die screaming, shooting all my guns at once, pausing only to reload and wipe blood from my eye. I will die with my back against the wall, with the bare bone poking from my torn flesh. I will die in chaos, in fire, in menacing agony. I will die firing everything I have, at a formless nothing that sweeps the land. I will not look the other way, and I will not close my eyes. I will tear open every scar I have and come at it as it advances on me. I will be ruthless, I will show only the mercy it has shown me... none. I will die screaming in disgust, anger, pain... and happiness. I will congratulate myself and bare my teeth. Around me there will be shattered homes, decaying dreams, and the absence of strength that has plagues this world since it's inception. Firing and reloading, firing and reloading. I will die screaming sprawled across the hood of your car, guns in hand. I will die screaming in the middle of your backyard, guns in hand. I will die on your bathroom floor, I will die underneath your house, I will die with a fearful sound echoing in your damned ears. My brothers, Enlightenment and Precaution, will have lain dead long before my last exhaled breath. My sisters of Compassion and Empathy hung themselves in the bathroom ages before. Only I, Stubbornness in the Face of Adversity... only I will be left...
then I too will die,
screaming.
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