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There's a fine line between poverty and prosperity.

Just look around you. It's everywhere.

We all get down on our knees and pray to the same God, don't we?

Block after block of million-dollar mega churches,

and at the same time we got millions of people

stuck in the vice-like grip of poverty.

When I look around, all I see are the forgotten,

those tossed aside by the powers that be,

that somehow missed out on the American dream.

That's why I believe that if you want something,

you've got to find it, or take it.

I've been scouring these swamps for buried treasures for my whole life,

and the only thing I've come away with are lost and discarded souls.

But my love is too strong to look the other way.

So, I take them in, teaching the ways of prosperity.

And together we take what is rightfully ours.

From the earliest Conquistadors to the Cocaine Cowboys,

these swamps have always held hidden bounty.

I believe it because I've dreamed it.

And now I just got to go find it.

Put your mask on.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Let me see.

How bad is it? Hey, look at me. Look at me.

Hey, look at me.

You're good. You're good. Go to the car. Go to the car.

Kayla, wake up. Come on, wake up.

Kayla? Kayla?

Go. Go, go, go!

- Let's see how bad is it. - Fuck.

- Stop. Let me fucking see. - Fuck!

What happened back there?

- Go to the hospital. - No hospitals.

It's just shrapnel, bro.

- What the fuck happened back there? - Keep driving, bro.

What the...

Cody?

Fuck.

What the fuck?

- What the fuck? - Shit.

Come on.

Cody, she's roadkill.

I'm not leaving her. Help.

Shit, is she dead?

What the fuck?

Get in the car.

What the fuck!

Go. Go, go!

God damn, brother, fortune favors the bold,

- am I right? - You're right.

I mean, fuck, every year you hear about fossils being found,

Confederate gold...

No one ever believes, it's always a myth until it happens.

Right? And if it's not us, it's gonna be someone else.

- That's right. - Right?

Just fucking indulge me, man. Would you?

Yeah, I'm in.

That's it. That's it, you know?

Hey. You guys need something?

- Say it again? - You guys need something?

- Such as? - I got Xans, Oxys, Percs.

Just trying to get some shit off me.

- Why don't you take a seat? - Yeah, come on.

No, I ain't fucking sitting down, man. I... I really got to go.

So, you guys want some or not?

We'll buy all of it.

All right, you do that.

On one condition.

What you doing, man? Get the fuck off me.

Tell me where you got the drugs from.

No, man, what are you, a cop or something?

- Do I look like a goddamn cop? - I don't know, man. Get the fuck off me.

- Not until you tell me where the fuck you got these from. - All right. Okay, okay.

I got it from the liquor store down the street. It's called Aroma, okay?

Give me the drugs.

- Put them on the table. - All right. All right.

- Get. - Girl, you forgot your money.

That's fucking crazy, man.

It's a goddamn shame.

- It's a shame, man. - It has lost you.

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

What happened?

Trey's been shot.

Fucking bang!

Get the fuck out of the car. I'm driving.

Hang in there, bud.

Cyrus, give me your flashlight, buddy.

Thank you, son. Easy now, come on.

You're gonna tell him, or I will.

- Fuck you. - It's gonna hurt just a little bit, okay?

I need you to breathe.

Hey, hey, look at me, it's a flesh wound.

You're gonna be just fine, okay?

Cyrus, get him cleaned up, buddy.

He can do it himself. It's just shrapnel.

Fine.

Cody.

What am I not being told?

Something's not right.

Why is there a bloodied-up little girl in the back of this truck?

Um...

I asked you a question, goddamn it. Speak.

We hit her with the truck.

So, you decide to bring her here?

I didn't.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Who is she?

I don't know. She just stepped in front of the truck and...

You boys are going to take this truck, dump it in the swamp,

put a bullet in her goddamn head and let the gators do the rest.

You understand me? I want you back before the sun comes up.

- Stay here, I'll take care of it. - Shut the fuck up.

I'll drive. Get in.

Hurry up.

This place is creepy as fuck.

She didn't do anything.

Just do it, I gotta take a piss.

We pulled three bodies from the rubble,

- two adults, one child. - Witnesses?

Neighbors heard gunshots around 1:00 a.m.

- No one saw anything. - What else?

Well, kind of looks like the other two meth labs.

Come on, hun, again with the conspiracy?

Looks like a double whammy to me.

Just let forensics do their thing.

You know, you all remind me of a story my grandfather told me

when I was about 14, 15 years old.

It's about these two bulls standing on a hillside,

overlooking this pasture full of cows.

The young bull kind of looks up at the old bull and says... all cocky and stuff.

He says, "Hey, let's run down there and fuck us one of them cows."

The old bull looks down at him and says,

"No... how about we just walk down there and fuck 'em all?"

I sent you out there to get information for me, what you got?

These cocksuckers ain't talking yet, man, but it's only a matter of time.

I got a wrecking crew ready to go.

If you boys can't handle it, I'm going to bring them into this thing.

- Fuck that. We got this. - Then, unass my area,

and go out there and find out who's fucking up my labs.

The weather today in Moss County,

a high of 92 degrees...

In other news, local authorities are investigating

a trailer fire that left...

...two adults and one child dead

after the trailer burst into flames.

The sheriff's department are labeling the incident as drug-related,

and it's believed that the source of the fire

was caused by a meth lab explosion.

Stay tuned for more news at 5:00.

Up next is the new track, Swampy Love by Johnny and the Rockets.

- I gotta go, really. - Just stay, baby.

Every time you leave, it just breaks my heart.

You know I can't do that.

Look around you, I'll give you everything I got

just to wake up next to this beautiful body of yours.

- Bye, baby. - See you soon?

You know where to find me.

- All good? - Yeah.

That dude's gross.

You didn't have to fuck him, why do you care?

He's old, lonely, fucking rich.

How much are you pooling in, anyways?

Fuck's your problem?

How did it go?

- It's all over the news, you know. - I heard.

There were kids in the fire.

Those were bad people, son.

- You know that. - But...

Enough, goddamn it.

I need you to get that out of your head and fast, you understand me?

The shit that transpired in that house was God's will,

not our fault, not our problem.

The shit that they were cooking up

would've ended up on the streets,

probably in the hands of some God-fearing people. I can't have that.

And I can't have my fucking kid getting all bamboozled

every time someone gets robbed or some tweaker kid gets what he has coming to him.

It's fucking weakness, son. I need you to be strong.

One day, when I'm dead and gone...

you're going to reflect back on what we're doing here,

that it was for the betterment of the world.

Understand?

Damn, son.

Stubborn kid.

Now...

I want you to go tell your brothers to get the fuck over here.

We've got some planning to do.

- You're in my seat. - You said you weren't hungry.

I changed my mind.

Hello, how are you today?

- Hey, good. How are you? - I'm good. Uh, the usual?

- Yes, thank you. - Okay.

- Oh, and Jazz? - Yeah?

- You're staying out of trouble? - Yes, I'm trying.

- Can I get a coffee too? - Yeah, no problem. Be right up.

Just came in.

Only the man was shot?

Yeah, the woman and the kids were killed by the fire.

We're going homicide?

DA doesn't want it.

- They're pushing to call it a meth lab fire. - What?

Come on. I don't know, something's off.

Don't shoot the messenger.

Really?

- Hey, Captain. - Hey, what's up, Ellis?

Ballistics report from that burned-out trailer in Inverness.

- I thought that case was already closed. - Not really.

Ballistics matched a slug we pulled from a robbery near Lecanto back in May.

- Okay, so? - So, that means this wasn't random.

- I pulled the other two reports. - Where you going with this?

The DA's office wants nothing to do with this, the case is closed.

- Well, if you... - Look, I'm sure you have other cases,

open cases that you need to follow up on, right?

Would you look at the report, please, sir?

Close the damn door.

Sit down.

Ellis, may I remind you that you're still under review?

- Come on. - Look, you punched an officer in the face.

You broke his damn nose.

He grabbed my ass. He's lucky I didn't break something else.

Look, the boys aren't used to working with a woman in your position.

Well, I'm sure the boys will get over it.

Ellis, do as you're told, or I'll assign you to desk duty,

do you understand me?

Now, get the hell out of my office.

So, how did it go?

Wow, gold star, really? Who's my little scientist?

That's right.

I'll be home soon, bug.

Um, let me talk to daddy, okay?

Bye. Hey.

Uh, yeah, not yet. Just work stuff.

I'm gonna be a little bit late, but I'll be home soon.

Hello.

Well, hello there, officer.

- Am I in some sort of trouble? - Come here.

You're no fun.

It's just... I'm in cop mode all day, every day.

I don't want to do that right now.

Play along.

Ma'am...

Is there a problem, officer?

Seems there's a 10-70.

- 10-70? - Fire in progress.

We're gonna need your towel.

Well, then, your wish is my command.

What's your name?

Hey, can you hear me?

Don't worry, you're safe.

- What was that? - Daisy.

Hi, Daisy. I'm Cody.

What are you up to later?

What?

You told me you didn't want me to talk about... what I do out there.

I'm sorry. I know. Never mind.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Come on. You can tell me.

Um...

I, uh...

I wish you'd quit.

I wish you'd quit all that shit.

It's not fair.

Yeah, I know.

You're still fucking married, so...

It's complicated. I can't. It's...

Babes, life is complicated. I mean...

What do you want me to say?

Yeah, I know. Nothing.

Forget I said it, okay?

I gotta go.

I know.

Can I get a smile?

- Bye. - Bye.

Down, boys, on my cadence.

One, two, three, four,

fuck the man for he's a whore.

Five, six, seven, eight, make them all capitulate.

One, two, three, four. Gets what daddy has at store.

Five, six, seven, eight, a pound of love, an ounce of hate.

One, two, three... Guys, stop!

Don't get up. Stay down!

The chain is only as strong as the weakest link. You understand me?

Do you want to be the weakest link?

- No, sir. - Good. Fortitude.

Fuck.

Cyrus, give Trey some of your fortitude.

Again.

One, two, three, four, five.

Up. Trey.

- Damn it, boys. - Shut the fuck up.

Hey!

Enough. Enough, goddammit.

On the mat, on the mat, goddammit.

When I say enough, enough. You know how we do.

Come on, dude. Show me what you got.

Just tap.

Don't you let go.

Don't let go.

- He's gonna pass out. - I don't give a shit.

Your whole life is defined by this moment.

Don't you fucking let go.

- Mack... stop. - Don't... Get the fuck back.

Hey!

Hey, get the fuck off, goddamn it!

- Let him fucking do it! - Get off of me.

Mack.

What the fuck did you do?

I asked you, man.

It's a goddamn order.

It's like I am fucking losing my fucking mind, man!

What's your name, girl?

Daisy.

Well, Daisy, you seem like a tough little girl.

Do you know where you are?

Do you know who I am?

Where you from, darling?

Nowhere.

You got a mama? A daddy?

Sweetheart...

I can't help you out if you don't talk to me.

Do you understand that?

I'm going to ask you one more fucking time! Where the fuck are you from?

And I told you, mister.

I ain't from nowhere. I ain't got no family. Nowhere to go, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Lexy, get her cleaned up. Maybe get her some clothes, please.

You okay?

Yes, ma'am.

She's kind of pretty underneath all that dirt.

- What's your story? - I ain't got one.

My advice to you...

get as far away from here as possible.

There ain't nothing good coming from here.

I'll leave some clothes for you, on my bed.

- Trey. - Huh?

Go inside, get me something to put this chicken on. It's burning, quick.

All right, all right, all right.

Dig in, darling, don't be shy.

You know... we might not have much around here...

but we have food on our plates

and we have love in our hearts for one another.

Look around you.

Everybody here came to me in a similar fashion as you.

We're all orphans, darling.

But this here, this is a family born of choice.

And that is a powerful thing.

You understand that?

Sometimes water is thicker than blood.

And we were thinking, since you ain't got no place to go...

ain't nobody out here looking for you, then...

maybe you'd like to join our family.

- Yeah. - Good.

Good.

And we have lost our connection to the sacred nature of these ancient lands.

Long before the white man ever stepped foot on these shores,

the Timucua Indians ruled these lands.

They believed in God, just like we do.

And they believed the first thing God did

was create the spirit of water.

With sheer force, it bubbled up from deep within the earth,

creating a homeland for everything we know.

He then created those who dwell in these waters.

Some breathed above and some breathed below.

But it is the bottom dwellers who were given the most responsibility.

They were tasked with holding the land and trees in place.

You walk around on this land and think you're on top of it.

But you ain't.

You're like us, of the bottom.

And it's God who put us here to keep the balance.

He brought you to me because you've forgotten who you really are.

All the pain, all the jealousy, all the envy...

it's clouded your mind and your heart.

So time and time again, we come back to these healing waters.

We cleanse our souls and become born again.

Are you ready to be reborn, darling?

Heavenly Father,

we thank you that by water and the Holy Spirit

you have bestowed upon us your servants, the gift of forgiveness.

Dear Lord...

take this little girl into your loving arms,

hold and protector, guide her from harm, and fill her days

with love and joy.

The past is dead.

We stand here free and whole forever in the kingdom of Heaven.

Amen.

We all have shit that we need to kill.

Fuck it.

Let's kill some shit.

Cody, Trey, Daisy, out of the way.

Come on! Get, get, get!

Show us how it's done, Bunton.

Not bad. Cody, you're up.

Can I try?

Of course, darling.

Come on.

Easy now. Easy now.

First off, you hold every gun like it's a loaded gun.

Understood?

Secondly, you never point a gun at somebody

unless you plan on putting them down.

That make sense?

All right. Now...

the key to good shooting is learning to control your inner demon.

Got it?

Fire when ready.

Again. Inhale. Again.

I got one last thing to do.

A little birdie told me some miscreant's selling pills to kids.

I think it's time we paid him a visit.

Well, that will be 42.63.

- Raj, do you mind if I use your pisser? - Sure, my man.

Here you go. No problem.

Put the money on the counter.

Put the money on the counter!

- Please. - Hey!

Look at my fucking eyes. I am gonna shoot you in the head

if you don't put the money right now.

There you go.

- All of it! All of it! - That's all I have.

Where are the pills?

You are one good looking motherfucker.

Terrence, we fucking tonight.

- Don't fuck with me. Where are the pills? - No pills.

- Hey. - No pills.

I'm not fucking with you. Look at my eyes.

No pills. Don't have no pills.

- No pills. I have no pills. - Don't you fucking...

Jump him. Jump him.

- Pills. - I don't have no pills.

- Where are the fucking pills? - I don't have no pills.

Don't fuck with me. Get the pills.

No pills. I have no pills.

Yeah.

No pill? Huh?

Cyrus.

It is the paradigm of the American political culture.

It is identity politics and it is just as arbitrary as rooting for your team.

Miami Dolphins, or insert your fucking sports team.

Mack, man, you're a fucking paradigm.

Well, I ain't wrong.

It's for you, darling.

Hey, put that in your pocket.

Mm.

Gentlemen...

You Mack?

- Depends who's asking. - We're asking, motherfucker.

And who are you?

Norvell's looking for your ass?

I'm afraid that don't ring familiar.

Ooh.

Mack fucking Monroe.

I hear that you and your backwoods gang of dipshits

are out there blowing up my labs.

Did you serve, Mack?

I did.

Two tours. Iraq.

Well...

get that little trophy from Iraq, too?

It is.

You know who I am?

I do.

You know who I am.

You know what I do. You know what I'm capable of.

Yet you continuously fuck with my operation.

You must be one crazy son of a bitch.

Either that or you got a death wish.

I guess we'll figure that out soon enough.

And, you know, let me tell you something.

If I were you, I'd go home and do a little bit of thinking about your future.

Now you owe me, motherfucker.

Fifty grand and I'm coming to collect.

Cody, Clay.

You guys take this piece of shit back where you found him.

Vaya con dios.

Cody. Cody, what's up?

- You want a drink? - Yeah, sure.

Come on.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Where you been?

- Oh, you know, just, uh... - Just where?

- I... - I mean, I missed you.

You haven't called me or texted me or anything.

I mean, I haven't heard from you.

I'm worried about you, you know.

Oh, you know, just busy with, um...

- Hey, you guys. - What? Shut up.

- Get out of here. What the fuck, Cody? - I'll be right back.

Bye.

You like it here?

Not much of a talker?

Do you smoke?

Want some?

It's just weed.

Hey, darling, can I get a shot, please?

Thank you.

- We gotta go back for Trey. - He'll be fine.

Fuck that.

- We gotta go back for him. - There's too many fucking cops.

- Don't you fucking get it? - But...

I'm not fucking going back there, all right?

Trey's a big boy. He'll find his own way home.

We should really go back.

No.

You know what we should really do?

Have a drink together.

- I'm good. - You're good?

You're not good.

Stop being such a pussy.

I'm not a fucking pussy.

Yeah, you are.

I'm not.

You're a weak...

little pussy.

- Fuck this. - Hey, hey, hey...

Look at me. Come on. Have a drink with me.

I'm good.

Cody.

- Yo! - I said I'm good.

Can I help you?

What's going on?

Area's closed.

I'm just looking for somebody.

Move on.

Did you hear what I said, boy? Get.

Get.

Jesus. Stupid fucking kids.

Who was that?

Some dumb kid.

- Take a statement? - Huh?

Mack.

Fuck, Cody.

Trey...

What are you talking about?

What're you thinking?

Looks like the bullet may have ruptured the aorta.

- Single shot? - Yep.

Straight shot to the chest.

Definitely was a straight bullet.

Homicide.

That's a fucking execution, detective.

- Any ID? - No.

- Thanks. - Absolutely.

- Thanks, Russ. - Thanks.

- Okay. - Anything else you need from me?

Give that to you.

All right.

Hey, Ellis. I think the family's here.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for my son.

I'm sorry. You're...

My son Trey.

His name's Trey?

Trey Watkins.

And you're his father?

- We just covered that. - And your name is?

Do you know where he is?

Sir, I can't give you that information. I need your name, please.

If you have seen my son, tell me where he is.

Sir, please, stay calm. Can you identify this boy?

Is that your son?

It's him.

Okay, so we're classifying this as a homicide.

- I'm gonna need to ask you a few questions. - This is a fucking homicide.

What else would it be?

Where is his body?

This is an open investigation.

- I can't give you that kind of information. - Fuck this.

Sir.

Sir, we're going to need you to identify him at the coroner's office. Hey!

How the hell did you get here?

And I want to know what happened to Trey.

What do you mean?

- Weren't you with him? - I was. But...

he left with some girls. I saw cops, so I ran.

Oh, honey, take a look at me in the eyes...

and say it again.

I was with him and he left with some girls.

I saw cops, so I ran.

Why? What happened?

He's dead.

Be right back.

Daisy, you want to come up?

Okay.

- No. - Shut up!

No!

Shut up.

Give me that ass.

- This is how you break a fucking... - You piece of shit!

- I got you. Hang on. - What happened?

You okay?

You all get the fuck out of here before this piece of shit wakes up.

Yeah. Really?

Yeah. Thanks, Kenny. I owe you.

Okay. Consider it done.

- Detective Ellis. - Yeah.

Hi. My name is Lisa from Child Services.

We spoke earlier.

Yeah, I'm really sorry. I gotta run.

It's really important. I just have a moment.

- I'm sorry. - Please.

- What is this? - It's about the fire.

Ellis.

Where?

Yeah. I think I know where that is. Um, off of 491, right?

Got it.

What do you want to do?

Goddamn it.

Get him up.

Bring him outside.

Yo!

Yo!

Fuck.

Well, I guess we need to come to some sort of understanding about this piece of shit.

As far as I'm concerned, you're doing the world a favor.

What are you thinking?

Thinking I got my truck parked around back.

Load these horses up on my rig and get on the road.

Never see or hear from me again.

Okay, then.

Fuck you!

Damn! Get in here!

Praise Jesus.

You know how to crack a safe?

Fuck no, I don't know how to crack a safe.

But I know how to open one.

Goddamn it.

What you got, Mack?

Empty.

Is that one of them Faberle eggs?

Faberge, you idiot.

Faberge. Faberle...

All I know is they're worth, like, 80 grand.

What?

The fuck you talking about?

Eighty grand.

Hey, Captain.

Don't "Hey, Captain" me.

What in the hell are we doing here, Ellis?

Sir, we have reason to believe

the owner of this property Mack Monroe...

...has something to do with the death of the kid we found in the pit.

- Also, we think that... - Mm-hm.

Okay, got it.

We've got a deed on the property,

it's owned by Fred and Gloria Worley.

- Worley? - Detective Ellis.

- Yeah. - We've got a weapon over here.

This is what I was talking about.

This is how we're supposed to be living.

Yes, it is.

Look at this one... always on her fucking phone.

You're drunk.

That's right, I'm drunk.

I'm drunk on... upward mobility.

The Holy Spirit is among us.

You feel that?

I do.

How about you, girl?

You feel it?

Yeah, I feel it.

It feels good.

Mm.

Give me the fucking phone.

I said give me the fucking phone!

- Mack! Mack! - Fucking... You fucking...

Mack!

The cops are all over the property.

Okay.

Okay, then.

I didn't like that place anyhow.

Okay, so over here is the family

that was killed in that fire.

Thomas King was shot prior to the fire

while his wife and child

burned alive during their sleep.

- The mother of the kid? - They were foster parents.

Apparently, they fostered kids to earn extra money

and did God knows what else.

This is Mack Monroe, ex-Marine.

One hell of a rap sheet.

Who are these people?

The Worley's. Retirees in their 70s.

They're the ones who bought the plot of land 12 years ago.

They haven't been seen or heard of in over a year and a half.

Over here is the entire Monroe gang.

A bunch of river rats taken in by Mr. Monroe, I'm told,

that are living on the Worley property.

I have a K9 unit over there right now.

Who's this?

This is one of the foster kids

from the house that burned down.

She's unaccounted for.

Jesus Christ...

our Lord and savior.

We thank you for these gifts as well as for our family.

Even though one of our own is now by your side,

we trust that you will protect him.

Please pardon our sins

and forgive us our mercy so that we may use them

and allow us to eat and drink in your name. Amen.

- You mess with guns a lot? - Yeah.

Have you killed anyone?

Yeah. Many a people.

You know that trailer that burnt down?

I shot that whole place up.

I shot it up, burnt it down.

Like that?

I'm about to go get us paid.

Cyrus...

you're in charge.

Clean this shit up.

I didn't stutter, did I?

Clean the shit up.

Fuck you!

Lexy.

Lexy! I said...

Ricky!

Ricky!

Mack.

No, no, no, no, no, Mack.

- No, no, I got something. I got... - No, no Mack.

- Buddy, I'm not gonna rob you. - No, no.

I'm not going to rob you. Just look at this, fuck's sake.

- You've been nothing but trouble. - All right.

- Nothing but trouble. - Well, feast your eyes on that.

Oh, shit.

- Holy cats. - Right?

So?

One second.

Ricky.

What?

I'm sorry, Mack.

But why?

That ain't real.

Say it again.

It's just cut glass and brass.

It's a fake.

It's cool.

It's cool.

Well, shit, old buddy.

Guess I am gonna rob you.

Cody, I need to tell you something.

You wanna get out of here?

- I can't. - Yes, you can.

We all can.

- You don't understand. - Yes, I do.

We'll all just go somewhere.

You, me...

Lexy.

We are the same.

We're not the same.

What do you mean?

The people I was staying with were.

You were saying?

Never mind, I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed.

Look, she's already been missing for 48 hours.

We've reached out to the surrounding counties.

That's all we can do at this time.

We'll ghost the Monroe gang.

We'd put a APB out first thing but I have a feeling they're already gone.

- Detective? - Yeah.

- Someone's asking for you. - Who?

I don't know. Some girl. She says she knows you.

Okay. I'll be right back.

Fallen.

My joy.

Take my soul.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Let me see. Let me see. Hey.

How bad is it? Hey, hey, hey.

Cody, now.

Get the fuck up, we gotta go!

Cy, what the fuck?

No, no.

Help! No! No.

What the fuck did you do?

No!

What the fuck?

Goddamn it!

Well, here we are.

It's funny how quick we are to praise God when good things happen.

But when the bottom falls out and the dream dissipates

to nothing more than an afterthought...

we never blame Him.

We don't curse God for all the misfortune and pain.

For that, we blame ourselves.

I always thought the good life was there for the taking.

Manifest destiny.

Rugged individualism.

But maybe you die the exact same way you lived...

inside the margins.

Most of us will never make it.

But if you do find your way out...

out the muck and marsh, the mud and the gators...

and you find you still have a sliver of hope and any will left inside your body...

may you rise like a phoenix from the ashes,

somewhere far away from them.

Get down on the ground.

Drop your weapon.

Hold your fire, hold your fire.

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