She blinked lazily,
as buzzing insects crawled on her tear-stained cheeks. The tightness, of skin showed her years to be few. But her eyes, showed an age beyond that of any elder in prosperity.
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Dear soldier,
Don’t. Touch. Her. Remove your hand before the horror of your plans comes into fruition. Do you not see, can you not understand? You have the power to stop this. Tribal differences and enemy lines give you no right to steal from her what the Lord has given. Block out your orders, the chants of revenge and war. They are like a spell controlling you. Be a man. Rise above. Protect and lead those who are weaker. This woman in front out you will face agonizing pain and anguish at your hand. What makes you believe the same will not be done to your own beloved? Stop.This.Evil. |
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