Standing on the precipice of
Willful measure,
Far removed from
Rambling
reality
He
holds his breath… and waits
In
watchful vigilance.
Prepared
to give,
To live…
To die
If
die he must to keep them safe.
He
never stops to question why.
The
why was answered long before
His
watchful eyes reflected on
The distant haze of far horizons.
Lessons
from the bowels of Hell have
Been
his teacher,
Taught
him well,
Filled
his nights with restless dreams of
Secrets
he can never tell.
Failure?
Unacceptable.
A
traitor’s wage is paid in blood.
The
patriot will never sleep
Til
others stand where he has stood.
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