The Good book says no weapon for against you shall prosper but yet you bleed.
Everyday you barely escape an onslaught or vicious attack.
Each time is more desisting than the last.
You hear the battle a joined and shrapnel raining down from the sky.
That was close another near miss.
You wonder to yourself who keeps on doing this.
The assailant always seems to vanish before you get clear look at their face.
You wonder what you've could've done to deserve such hate.
Are these seemingly relentless attacks destin to be your eternal fate.
You need answers.
You need to protection but still have no idea whose behind this incedious plot.
Who is carrying out these sinister deeds.
Their identity and motives has you stumped.
If only you had some sort of sign....some sort of clue.
The answer that you seeking is as plain as day.
It's standing directly in front of you.
This diabolical villain is you.
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