This then is how it ends. You leave me no choice. I am the child of generations. The progeny of a million years. From that time till now this confrontation has been avoided.
Yet here we stand. I, a Human. Clasping in one hand a beaten and pitted piece of steel that I take liberty to call a sword. In the other I hold a side by side 12 gauge sawed off break over Winchester. I have more shells for what good they will do me.
my leather long coat swirls in the wind revealing class three body armor and a host of grenades that I have at my disposal.
You are unimpressed.
You have been here before, you and your kind have always found a way. You Know even if I kill you there are tens and twenties of your brothers and sisters waiting to take your place. I know you I know your kind.
Still I raise my hand, I raise it and I fulfill my task, Filling the feeder. I hear you above me. Twittering and scolding. As I await the song of birds I miss my dogs. Come and get me you f'n squirrels!
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