A Killer Machine
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Last published Tue, Oct 30, 2018
Through the eyes of the veterans, there was always regret. A pain that never heals. A never-ending hatred and anguish. The spineless tried to escape, but a true warrior learns to live with it, accept it, and embrace it as an essential part of their lives.
Fighting meaningless wars, dying like trash, losing friends and family: it's simply nature for them. Yet they all struggled for their goals. To see another day, to fight another day. All strived for dominance, for knowledge. While some, for supremacy. The fates are not sealed, but their dream is.
Their dreams for peace that will never truly come as long as there's hatred and greed.
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