| Never ending, But always bending, My life's been, About defending, The mix of grey, Is never blending, And this is all I'm sending, Some words on a pad, With feelings extending, My life's always been, Never ending. The day is ending And darkness begins, Watching their faces, With their grins. What can I do to get away, The pain will always stay, How do I get away from here, How do I lose all the fear? Got nothing to lose, But can't even choose, Now all that's, Just old news, No red, no white, Just black, grey, and blue. |
| George Pinel The Unknown 1-29-03 Part 3 |
| I continue to walk, and with each step I take, my world continues to fall apart. I can no longer go public because years ago my image was publicized as a treasonist, but I cannot imagine why. I have once tried to leave the country, and go to a neighboring country, but "they" spotted me. It became a fierce battle for life, and I nearly lost, but I managed to escape. Or did I escape, escape from the pain, the torture, the failure? No, which is why I don't think I will go any further. Next time "they" come I won't fight. But that brings back my most fearful of memories, the memory of my most painful fight. This will be what will happen if I lose. I thought that I did not stand a chance, it was me versus them in the middle of nowhere. There must have been thirty of them and each had a rifle and a bloodthirsty smirk. They were looking for trouble, they were looking for me. They opened fire, and I began to crawl down so I didn't get shot. But I did, right in my left jaw, three times in my upper leg, and once towards my hip. I blacked out for a minute or two, and woke up in this room, in what looked like a school building or something like that. These doctors were surrounding me and they had all this unusual scientific technology by them. Stuff I had never seen before, but I haven't seen much. They put something on my wounds, instead of killing me, as if they wanted me alive. They stuck something above my mouth, and I blacked-out again. When I woke up, I was somewhere else, in some sort of prison. It was top security and I am sure they were willing to dispose of their own men in order to keep me imprisoned. The cell was a large room with red walls and had double reinforced steel doors. There was a slot that could only be opened from the outside of the door when they fed me. When they began to feed me, I broke the guards wrist, pulled his hand back until his head banged up against the door. He fell down unconscious and I reached for his gun. I began to aim through the small opening and shot down seven guards. Then I reached for the guards two grenades, I stuck one of them in the feeding hole and the other was thrown from the back of the cell the bottom of the door. Somehow, the door managed to break open and I took as much amunition as possible. |
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