Time

"It's time."

I looked around and couldn't be sad about leaving. Shit-hole.

They reckon your life flashes in front of your eyes before you die; I thought that happened in like a car crash or something.

Those three words, I remembered from being a kid, playing. For some reason, it brought a tear to my eye. Shut that down straightaway. Tears are for pussies.

I don't look back. Regret nothing.

But the world will regret this lethal injection. Kill me? I'm a fucking warrior!

My face will live on: a poster boy for all that's right and all that's White.

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100 words exactly

Another drabble for today. Now I'm off to do some knitting.

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