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Hobson's Choice

It was like a horrible dream,
I found myself slipping, slipping, slipping.
Bound here by fate.
I was for afraid of myself than
they were.
The cold black nine millimeter was
pressed against his sweaty forehead.
I looked at their well paid faces and asked
myself what I was doing here.
To simply take what I could and leave?
Or to give them just a small taste of
that terrible reality,
my life.
Did I hate them because they never
had to accept food bins as a means of survival?
Or did I hate them for the disturbing
truth that they represented?
A cruelly unbalanced world built upon false hope.
What was I to do?
I don't know what finally made me pull the trigger.
It might have been because I became
fed up with the world.
But it was proberbly because I realized that
I was in a win-win situation.
If I went to Heaven, I would be released
from this unfair existence.
Or if I went to Hell, I would just end up
right here again.