Finish it
Streets look clean, buildings unscathed
Ammo’s for enemy combatants
Rope is for shills and traitors
Others give the arrow to themselves
Have a nice day
So the car is just a photo op prop?
We shall be as gods
We all have our reasons
When you have everything taken from you, wife and children raped and killed before your helpless eyes,
They’ve removed three fingers, a foot, and part of your face and you’ve been broken in spirit
The arrow starts looking like a friend