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Evan
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I was a guard doing my duty in the papal states guarding the cardinals on that fateful day I was walking in the garden minding my own business holding my spear and showing my
toughness I heard a yell when I got there I found him dead him he was a cardinal with a knife in the back and blood running down the corridor to the room next door I remember him laying so flat so still was the air that it sounded like you could hear the ants on the floor building there colony’s and waging war killing for power, the price some dead ant laying flat and still and the morning having a crisp chill for there is nothing that will twist man more than power and greed and coveting, I moved away from death as far as I can but still the world is a ant colony with war and greed and power there is no place that we can hide so I face the truth I am just a ant working in a colony in the grass right out the door.
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The knights move through the ranks of enemy’s slashing and hacking as they go it never bothers them they’ve been trained to kill but even the most noble knight can be afraid and run even the most noble king will turn his face pale with the slightest cowardice his movements frail they’ll run away someday and always turn tail they must confront there epic cowardice and make there worst fears turn away and make them remember that your not afraid not anymore but you should remember even the bravest get scared so don’t turn away just keep on going don’t stop in a battle and turn away don’t get hit by that arrow just keep fighting you may lose you may win but always remember that you went down fighting.
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I was a captured slave pushed into the arena were i met my foe and we dueled to the death at first i thought i was lost to fate then in mid strike at when i was just a body ready to be hacked i got one last urge to not leave my self to fate and turned death to life! in a quick motion i stroke his breast with my sword and cut him so no man could define flesh from dirt i was victorius i was the winner at the exspense of a man a man that may have a family and yet for the crowd watching this barbaric ritual it was a cheap ticket to see a man die in a dishonorable ritual toying with life that wished to repay the crowd.
Thanks for looking.
P.S. I didn't have time to write it nicely because I have to go feed my family's animals k but thanks for commenting and looking at it.
Evan
toughness I heard a yell when I got there I found him dead him he was a cardinal with a knife in the back and blood running down the corridor to the room next door I remember him laying so flat so still was the air that it sounded like you could hear the ants on the floor building there colony’s and waging war killing for power, the price some dead ant laying flat and still and the morning having a crisp chill for there is nothing that will twist man more than power and greed and coveting, I moved away from death as far as I can but still the world is a ant colony with war and greed and power there is no place that we can hide so I face the truth I am just a ant working in a colony in the grass right out the door.
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The knights move through the ranks of enemy’s slashing and hacking as they go it never bothers them they’ve been trained to kill but even the most noble knight can be afraid and run even the most noble king will turn his face pale with the slightest cowardice his movements frail they’ll run away someday and always turn tail they must confront there epic cowardice and make there worst fears turn away and make them remember that your not afraid not anymore but you should remember even the bravest get scared so don’t turn away just keep on going don’t stop in a battle and turn away don’t get hit by that arrow just keep fighting you may lose you may win but always remember that you went down fighting.
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I was a captured slave pushed into the arena were i met my foe and we dueled to the death at first i thought i was lost to fate then in mid strike at when i was just a body ready to be hacked i got one last urge to not leave my self to fate and turned death to life! in a quick motion i stroke his breast with my sword and cut him so no man could define flesh from dirt i was victorius i was the winner at the exspense of a man a man that may have a family and yet for the crowd watching this barbaric ritual it was a cheap ticket to see a man die in a dishonorable ritual toying with life that wished to repay the crowd.
Thanks for looking.
P.S. I didn't have time to write it nicely because I have to go feed my family's animals k but thanks for commenting and looking at it.
Evan