A green attire
and a fedora dipped in blood
I stand to protect my community
...Beyond the shadows of the standing.... I eye the peril
As the gear lashes in air
I realise the sweat on my back
As the nail on my head hurts
I recall the brutal attack,
The fallen, and the dark
The edges ripped.
As u see me from behind,
My claret flows..., to doubt my poise
It mixed with my fret to change and go bright,
This is delusion and bait for the confusion
The hunter will be hunted and rampant controlled..
My eyes are on the path - alert and in control.
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