My Escape

Day 1,782, 05:27 Published in Australia Australia by Chris Carnage

The cell was cold and dark. Even now my joints creak and the brightness of the sun burns my eyes. But I can hold a weapon, and my faculties have not deserted me.

The capitalist dogs kept me imprisoned for months, maybe a year, but if their goal was to break my spirit they have failed. If their goal was to prevent the revolution all they have done is postpone the inevitable.

Life has been unkind to me, but already I feel the strength returning to my weakened limbs, the blood flows hot in my head and revolutionary zeal burns in the pit of my stomach.

Carnage is back, let the revolution recommence.