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Never Stopped.
By
Jake Bible

The whip sang in his hand; snapping, cracking at his will. Those that stood opposed fell. They fell hard, lashed and gashed.

But there were so many.

He spun like a whirling dervish; his mind filled with prayers of any kind and religion as his fatigued eyes beheld the mob about him. He was good; great, amazing even. But the numbers didn’t lie.

But no matter the amount of prayers, he couldn’t change reality. His arms were getting tired, his legs cramping. Sweat poured into his eyes, his body nearly blinding him with stinging betrayal.

But he never stopped. Never.

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