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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Nov 5, 2014

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Under the sunlight
Not a soul in sight
Barren wasteland
Reaching beyond the horizon
Enduring the heat
A man stands tall
Keeping his eyes closed
An iron willpower keeps him alive
Behind this outer shell
Lies such a gentle soul
Even his enemies respect it

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DreamingSerafina

Dec 23, 2015

I just realized this is a perfect summary of Hell Bent from Doctor Who season 9. An unarmed man, standing in barren wasteland, facing an army, and the founder of their society tells them to shoot him. Nobody dares; instead they begin to walk away and stand behind his back because they think he's a hero and the most powerful man of the planet can't do anything against it. But he isn't really a war hero; he has such a kind and gentle heart, a great power in good hands. And even his enemies respect him.

(Sorry for the random association, it was just... So perfect.

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