There is no light no angels in sight as life slowly bleeds away. No feeling of peace no happy release no loved ones to lead the way Fear soon overtakes panic moves in it's wake My God what have I done? A struggle to live but death will not give too weak to continue the fight A faint frantic knock on a faraway door too far gone now to reply into the darkness evermore where the damned forever cry.
I have taken pride in writing this novel as so many people have the wrong impression on bikers because they dress in leather clothing which is to protect themselves in case of an accident. The majority of bikers are known Policemen, Firemen, Doctors,
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