My Blood

Fools! You think the fear of death and these
vile instruments will get you what you want.
They will not.

You will hunt them to the east and to the west.
You will hunt them to the north and to the south.
They will hide where you will never find them.
They will strike when you least expect it.

Only a dog -- no, not even a dog --
would sacrifice his offspring to save his own skin.

I don't pretend I'm immune to pain,
but a man more enthralled with life's pleasures,
a less philosophical man,
might be easier to crack....

I starved myself to avoid the Draft.
My uncle and brother committed suicide.
Your knives will be smeared with my blood and my heart stopped
before I utter a single word!...

 

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