all tension wilted. im amazed on how we all look tonight. in our preferably clothing, all well dressed, and gentleman like. ready to die, our graves will be right where we land. unless we survive the night. in estimation: 40 men on each side. the reason: territory. i am john my men call me "wolf" i am the leader that everyone wished for. everything my people ever wanted to believe in is me.
we grin at each other from a distance. the glare from our eyes reflects like a piece of metal shining into the night. we see each other and no one makes a sound, everythings quiet. if you control your breathing you can calmly listen to the trees breazing into the night. the fire from our torches burning, popping like a timebomb ticking.
before every battle one thought runs through my mind. what am i even doing here? i pray for hope i get hate, i pray for love i get anger. every peace sign i draw gets burned up. which made me think. peace doesnt come calmly, it comes with violance and death, it comes as your best friend at first. just to trample all over you. it shakes your hand and smiles at you. it welcomes you, its a new home at first, but it leaves no promises. on a night like tonight when that moon sits highest in the sky, and all stars look down on us. i pray for that. i pray that we'll win.
the tension in the air grows thicker, the energy vibes flows through us, in and out of our veins. we feel nervous, anxious, scared, and damn right excited. one spark could light the whole sky on fire. its only been 5 minutes. imagine everything you think of, when you know it could be your last. but enough of that, you have been missing the point the whole time.
the sounds of the lambs of the night, are stronger then the sounds of the lambs in the morning...
peace came with a price. that i refused to burn.
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