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Nutty the Slightly Unstable Dwarf |
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Faces
A drabble and a bit
By Gumnut
17 Nov 2003
He picked up the gun.
And the faces followed him.
He aimed down the barrel.
And the faces stared back at him.
And as he took yet another life.
The faces screamed.
Some faces wore armour.
Some faces wore cloth.
Some faces were frightened.
Some faces were not.
But all the faces stared.
At him.
At his motions.
At what he did.
And he felt their eyes every moment of his life.
The enemy, the defenseless, the friends, the young, the old.
The children.
Those lives he had taken, those lives he had failed to protect.
So he picked up the gun.
Aiming to defend, aiming to save.
In the vain hope that one day.
Those faces would forgive.
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FIN.
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