Chapter Thirteen: The List

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"Call your names, if your still alive," Said Chris.

"Mark." "Jane Jet." "Holly Mic." "John Lost." "Sally." "Zeck Sink."

"Good to see your still breathing. So I assume you got the list." Mark replies happy, "we do, it was successful! We have all the information we need."

In a excited voice, Chris said, "Good!"

Hiding in plain site, the dark ally in the old suburbs. We Rome our
self's for pure justice. We hide for our safety.... 

"People, this is just the beginning of the crown. We shall have Justice!  Soon.... We are what we are. This list! Of more people like us. We know now, who we need to save."

Lay by the flames, that ignites my soul.

Dark, cold, and misty. Flames of the fire, right besides me. Are the warmth of the soul. Wrap around in the blanket of dreams. 

This life we call our own. Is neither strong or free.

 A flame of the wind of death. It flickers into the night. To yield the heat of the flame. To grudge not, but to give. Whatever we have as strength. That one more flame may live.

I close my eyes and dream for glory. Freedom filled with limited dreams.  Eyelids, shut close together. Dream of a place, wherever we all fit in. Place that we love and care for each other.

Some say, the world will end in fire. 

I say, it will end in hate. 

Fire of hate, descends like a blanket of smog. Thus making us just like them.

Hate is hate, no matter how strong. This is what the world has become.

They want to get rid of the ill and make the world a better place.
While really, the world is already burning of hatred.

Deep deep, as I went. Dreaming of one day in the future. Dreaming we would be one. Dreaming of the night!  Dark shadow's would follow me.

Follow me into dreams of glory. Dreaming of the true, dreaming of the true world.

Dreams of mine.....

I open my eyes and see smoke.

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