I was given a promise... The promise of helping win a war for our freedom... I was deceived... I ended up being captured... I was locked up in a warehouse... Alone... Nothing... The guards would come in every few days to see if I was alive and to interrogate me... I got tired of the pain... The lie I was living... A guard came in... He told me to rise... He pointed his shotgun at me...I grabbed it... I pinned him against the wall... I stabbed him... I'm done with this lie I've been living... I'm leaving this hellhole now... The promise may be a lie.... But lies can be true eventually... History is written by the victor... Let's hope I win...