[hr][hr][center][h1][i][color=orange]Bre[/color][color=black]ath[/color][/i][/h1][/center][hr][hr] [center] A source of life. [/center] [center] A source of temptation. Breathe in the darkness that tempts you. That gives you life. A solider kills because he is told to, because he can. Survival is everything, one must do as requested in order to live. “How many miles to Babylon? Three score miles and ten. Can I get there by candle-light? Yes, and back again. If your heels are nimble and your toes are light, You may get there by candle-light.” [b][i]Breathe.[/i][/b] If my heals are nimble and light... a solider mumbles in the darkness. Cold metal resting in his hands. Death and destiny weighing the scales. [b][i]Breathe.[/i][/b] Moments passed, yet the night was still. What right did one man have to take that of another. Playing God, the others often said. To him it was playing Devil. [b][i]Breathe.[/i][/b] Time was approaching, soon it would be morn. Time both a blessing and a curse. Everywhere and nowhere. Present in every photo, every moment, every death. Time is the true ruler of the world. [b][i]Hold.[/i][/b] Judgement comes swiftly in unexpected ways. A coin for the poor, a built for the heart. The solider knew he could never make it to the fabled heaven. Now he could only hope hell left him alone long enough to run. [b][i]Bang.[/i][/b] Crimson rested on the horizon, matching that of the color of the hill. The scales now swayed. [/center]

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><span class="bb-i"><font color="orange">Bre</font><font color="black">ath</font></span></div></div><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><br><br><div class="bb-center">A source of life.</div><br><br><div class="bb-center">A source of temptation.<br><br>Breathe in the darkness that tempts you. That gives you life. <br><br>A solider kills because he is told to, because he can. Survival is everything, one must do as requested in order to live. <br><br>“How many miles to Babylon?<br>Three score miles and ten.<br>Can I get there by candle-light?<br>Yes, and back again.<br>If your heels are nimble and your toes are light,<br>You may get there by candle-light.”<br><br><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i">Breathe.</span></span><br><br>If my heals are nimble and light... a solider mumbles in the darkness. Cold metal resting in his hands. Death and destiny weighing the scales. <br><br><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i">Breathe.</span></span><br><br>Moments passed, yet the night was still. What right did one man have to take that of another. Playing God, the others often said. To him it was playing Devil. <br><br><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i">Breathe.</span></span> <br><br>Time was approaching, soon it would be morn. Time both a blessing and a curse. Everywhere and nowhere. Present in every photo, every moment, every death. Time is the true ruler of the world.<br><br><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i">Hold.</span></span> <br><br>Judgement comes swiftly in unexpected ways. A coin for the poor, a built for the heart. The solider knew he could never make it to the fabled heaven. Now he could only hope hell left him alone long enough to run. <br><br><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i">Bang.</span></span> <br><br>Crimson rested on the horizon, matching that of the color of the hill. The scales now swayed.</div> </div>