3 - Blood

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I live to understand the world but the world has never tried to understand me.

You know when a blind person shoots an arrow and is uncertain for the target but he only realizes what he was aiming for after he releases the string and the arrow was at its speed.

I'm that arrow.

I'm the one hovering out of control.

My direction is astray but I cant stop. And if you look closely, I am hesitant because some things stil scares me; it'll make you wonder where I'm pulling the force to continue.

When I looked back, I had come farther than I thought. An 18 year old crawling its way to the ladder and if I'd meet God, I want to grab him by the collar and tell him my life is a coffee I

did not order. Same as to the person in front of me right now.

"I have a daughter."

"You'll be with her on the other side."

My grip tighten on his neck and his feet are lifted from the ground.

"Even for my daughter, have you no mercy?"

Suddenly, I want to be nauseous.

"Mercy? There is no mercy to a fitting end for people like you whose true nature is rotten."

I pull out my sword and lunge it to his neck, deeply piercing it making sure to decapitate his head.

The smell of blood imbued my lungs and I'm rejuvenated. 

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