Silence
Dashdog1
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I could feel the thick, wet mud sink as my boots trudged over the brown blanket that covered the portion of forest I found myself in and the half full moon lit my path to camp.
I have to admit it sometimes sucks being born a rouge, we are born to be bereft of purpose and abandon to die a meaningless death. As a rouge I will live purposeless, remain homeless, be mateless, die alone.
Fuck that, if I can stop any of that it's my purpose, rouges fight packs, packs lose loved ones and retaliate, rouges die and seek retribution and the cycle continues, but if a rouge kills a rouge it's all good, I slow down this cycle. A rouge who hunts rouges.
My life will have meaning, my life is mine, my death will come without sorrow.
I am conflict given breath.
I am death taken form.
I am Mars.
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