Creative Writing: I Pay Tribute

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I stand strapped to a pole - bungee cords around my throat, thighs and stomach - Suspending me over the only place I've ever felt peace.

The smell of chlorine and dirt are soon replaced by the strong metallic smell of the substance leaking out of my veins; staining the ground a vibrant crimson.

By standing here and accepting my fate - i pledge tribute.
Tribute to the broken, the beaten and the dammed.
Tribute to the Pioneers, the renegades, the rebels and the mutineers

Let the final words on my lips inspire others to continue on knowing that I payed tribute to them.

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