glass bodies 11 20

A soldier

I am a terrorist, frightened to death, looking to ease my pains.
Every day I find myself in a different place, looking exactly like the one before. And crawling through files of corridors, I grow angrier.

We the army, a collective force, we.
We give hell to the bad guys.
Enter the false truth. I used to fight for my country.

But I am a renegade. I stand alone, friendless. The enemy soldiers are already dead.
Stationed at the village ‘neath that castle hovering in the sky, I skulk about in search of direction. Bureaucracy is frustrating my efforts. I have key information for our Generals.

But of course they are hard to reach.

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