Another Bright Red Day
A day. Lifted, with thief cuffs and mug.
I am rested, and hell lies over the horizon. If only every battle was as easily won as today.
The battle of kentucky fried chicken.
I am not a thief, but a treasure hunter. And I shall hold the world ransom, days like this should not be given.
They must be stolen.
The agony of sweet, solemn relief is upon me as the paling is lifted. I want the hell that approaches. Crave it.
With every bullethole, sunlight.
The horizon. The worst is nearly done.
"I'm a bastard, not a fucking bastard."
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