Chapter 8: For God and Country

November 23rd, 2009

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The clink of lock and key rang in the darkness, and the sudden flood of light through the opened doorway revealed only a silhouette to the prisoner. "I'm here to free you. You have work to do."

The Killer rose slowly and presented his shackles. His liberator stepped forward to undo the chains, and his face was revealed.

"You don't seem surprised to see me," said the Driver. The restraints dropped to the floor, and he observed the free man before him.

"I expected somebody." The decay of silence had left his words in a whisper. He took in the wary look from the Driver and a wry smile drew across the Killer's face. "Though it is interesting that it's you who came."

A tense moment flitted past before the Driver grabbed the Killer by the arm and guided him out of the forgotten hole of a cell.

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The vapor trail is indistinct
A wisp of smoke resembling me
The painful memories finish fast
to shift my memory to the past

Heaven asks something of me
Don't judge the clouds from underneath

I let my senses understand
how I'm supposed to be a man
It's not about maturity
It's all about moving your feet

Heaven asks something of me
Live for love and die for free

I picture things I want to be
that are not yet a part of me
I see the things I would forsake
for just succumbing to mistakes

Heaven asks something of me
Break the glass and shake the tree

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