Ode To Samcro
You are rugged, wind
whistled at leather cuts. That strike fear in the hearts of outsiders but love
in your locals. Dirt, conflict and time strewn into the grooves, the patches
proudly tainted with mayhem stains. Samcro born out of unity, brotherhood
rising from soldiers together in the Asian jungle. Solution simple. Don’t fit
into the world anymore? Create your own.
You are the protective
arm around Charming. Full of warmth and affectionate breezes. The keeper of
your secrets and deeds. Its heartbeat the throb of your Harleys that flow to
the green and white chain link fence.
The MC still standing,
through the passage of years, blood wars and wildness. Some faces changing but
the mark remains. It stands firm like the Reaper, unflinching and solid.
History unfolding
truth from fiction. Verified code for the alternate society. Hovering near the
forest of Redwood Trees. Through sweat, will and blood, Samcro lives on,
through Charming and beyond.
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