The Maggots will never die, but occasionally we get wounded.
I have lived by the gun since I was 18 when I joined the Marines and became a sniper. I have watched many people die through my scope. It does not matter how far I was from them it was as though I could feel the blood spatter me.
This did not end when I left the military, I only found a new master.
My families betrayal changed my statis from hunter to hunted.
In Budapest I felt for the first time the searing pain of a bullet, and knew that the blood on me was my own.
The wound on my left shoulder is not bad, but would probably have been fatal If I had not sensed someones presense and moved.
The presense was not the gunmans but someone I knew who was thousands of miles away trying to find me. You may not beleive that, but I know it to be true. I know who it was and I thank her. She is a fellow Maggot, and no I will not say who she is.
I truelly beleive that I was saved by this Maggot. When the wound fully heals I will be getting the Slipknot S tattooed over it, to Honor the Maggot who saved my life.
Damian
