Goliath Diary Of The Lion

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There I was, standing alone with the rest of the lions that I had not already killed with my bare hands. I wipe the blood from my face and get my machete back of the skull of the lion I had just killed and I am filled with fear (Run On). I have a moment of calm before the lions come back to fight me. i can hardly remember how I got into this fight with the lions. one of my only memories is meeting with this guy who called himself the leader. He was about 6’8” tall and weighs a solid 300 pounds. This Goliath reminded me of the devil himself. This Goliath reminded me of the devil himself.. the only thing that was greater than my fear, was my will to live on. One night I was being tortured so bad, I decided it was time to break out of this