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Rock, Paper, Scissors

"for # 44"

I have been you
too many times to count
So this is what it feels like
To be the hunted

I have done all they trained me to
Using angles to gain distance
Separating us
Leaving no tracks or traces

Still your pursue me
The blood trail I leave
Must me making it
Easy for you, there is no other excuse

This has become personal for you
I wonder which one he was
Was he your brother
Or perhaps your best friend

There have been so many
These last few months
You could be anybody
On Paper

Still you track me alone
This is private
Or you would have
Called in support

If I had a single round
Left this would have been
Over five days ago
Instead you chase me

Sixty miles
From the border
I will bleed to death
If I keep moving like this



I slow down
Sloppily leaving a trail
Bringing you in closer
and closer

You sense weakness
As you come towards my camp
You want to look me in the eye
As you end thing - I understand

Astonished
I am not there when
Yu get to my camp
You just saw me here

From above I drop
From a tree branch
Landing on you, crushing your head
With a fifteen pound rock


Light weight

"for # 41"

Your blade
Is familiar
As it belonged
To a friend of mine

Still I do not
Begrudge it to you
If you took it
From him in a fair fight

You look like
A refrigerator
With arms
Like tree trunks

I am thirty pounds smaller
Than I would
Like to be
A few months ago

This would have be over
In twenty seconds
That was then
This is now

You hit me with a right
It would have knocked down
A water buffalo
Yet awakens me

This will be a challenge
Yet I am not afraid
Nor do I fear
For me life

You come at me clumsily
I step to the side
Grab twist snap
Your neck is broken


You must,
Have gotten luck
Perhaps you
Found his blade

I am have been
Tiny compared to you
But you were the real


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