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He was ridiculed, harassed and beaten to the ground as he sat in his chair with his mask on, he was the last of them, as they had all been killed, he had not run in the face of death, he did not bow to no ruler, he sat with his mouth dripping blood, he didn't care, he didn't retaliate, he looked at his enemes with a smile, because he knew he had already won, even if his brothers had been killed by the gun, he would much rather die than to bow down. They looked at him and said, you have one chance to say you love our ruler with all of your heart, all he said was no. He felt a blow in his chest and his mask blew off. He had been shot, he fell to the ground while the crowd cheered, did he have any regrets?, no, was he afraid of death? No. They kicked him as he bled down his shirt, he smiled and laughed, for he knew he had won. He fearlessly stuck his finger in the wound and drew a triangle in blood on the concrete, and on the inside, he drew half an x, , as he drifted off in death he couldn't finish the victory sign.
A few feet away from him stood a boy when he was shot, as the crowd dispersed, the boy walked up with a tear streaming down his cheek, he knelt beside the lifeless man, and found his mask, he picked it up and examined it, he shed a tear on it and pulled out a pocket knife, he cut his finger and drew the other half of the x in the mans triangle, after that he slipped on the mask and walked away, as the man had flowers on his chest

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He was ridiculed, harassed and beaten to the ground as he sat in his chair with his mask on, he was the last of them, as they had all been killed, he had not run in the face of death, he did not bow to no ruler, he sat with his mouth dripping blood, he didn't care, he didn't retaliate, he looked at his enemes with a smile, because he knew he had already won, even if his brothers had been killed by the gun, he would much rather die than to bow down. They looked at him and said, you have one chance to say you love our ruler with all of your heart, all he said was no. He felt a blow in his chest and his mask blew off. He had been shot, he fell to the ground while the crowd cheered, did he have any regrets?, no, was he afraid of death? No. They kicked him as he bled down his shirt, he smiled and laughed, for he knew he had won. He fearlessly stuck his finger in the wound and drew a triangle in blood on the concrete, and on the inside, he drew half an x, , as he drifted off in death he couldn't finish the victory sign.
A few feet away from him stood a boy when he was shot, as the crowd dispersed, the boy walked up with a tear streaming down his cheek, he knelt beside the lifeless man, and found his mask, he picked it up and examined it, he shed a tear on it and pulled out a pocket knife, he cut his finger and drew the other half of the x in the mans triangle, after that he slipped on the mask and walked away, as the man had flowers on his chest