ON THE RUN

Walk as fast as you can hunter. Run if you must. But fly away as far as you can. Dont tire out and dont give up, just move.Dont fidget when something gets in your way, ignore it and move on.

Keep going and never look back. Your back will hunt you if you do. Run because your whole life depends on it. Your entire system and the bane of your existance.

An arrow shoots at your back. Sharp devastating arrows that points at you. Their pointy edges aiming at your myogenic heart. Ignore it and keep running. Ignore the pain tearing at your propeller, its pieces falling apart, the arteries and the veins devoid of blood. RUN. Run until the air becomes an enemy to your lungs. RUN. Run until the lactic acid blends in with your muscles. RUN. The coming generations depends n how well you will run.

The prey has become the predator. The predator runs for his life. Never one good at hiding, for he is a seeker. Where would you hide your face? The little, scared kitty that used to hide seeks for your head. To weigh it on a balance. With mockery he says,"Where is the wisdom that once took shelter in this head?"

For the mighty hunter has been reduced to a powerless, vulnerable prey and now must fight for his life.RUN. There is no where to hide the garment of disgrace covering you. RUN. He is approaching with clubs and arrows ready to strike and end this calamity. How harshly you treated others, mercilessly drew blood. Born of a cold heart. Will they have mercy on you?