more I defeated the monster's army. Although I did not escape, I survived to fight another day. harder today than ever before, and it gets worse every day. trapped and all I can do is resist. know some day I will defeat monster, but I weary at times. I think and feel that it may kill me first.
The monster is shrewd. with me, it humiliates me, and tortures me. I'm like a mouse in comparison to us glant, but when i repe the torture it inflicts upon me I feel ten feel tali for i know am right. l know that I am what I am, no matter what may be inflicted upon me, it will never change that fact.
When I resist, it doesn't understand. You see it doesn't even try to comprehend why I resist. "Why don't you give in to me?' it says. Give in to us!' the monster's army jibes. My body wants to say: 'Yes, yes, do what you will with me. I am beaten, you have beaten me.' But my spirit prevails. My spirit says: no, you cannot do what with me. I am not beaten. You cannot do what vou want with me. I retuse to be beaten.
This angers the monster. It goes mad. It brutalises me to the point of death. But it does not kill me. I often wonder why not? But each time I face it, death materialises before me. The monster keeps me naked. It feeds me.
had tried so hard to defeat me and Talled.
It was hard; see. I know why it won't kill me. It wants me to bow before it, to admit You see 1 am deteat It we don't beat it this murder me. keeps me locked up in a dark smelly tomb and it sends its devils to keep me It plays Each time the opens, the black devils attack me! They nearly won yesterday. It was inhuman. They beat consciousness. I think, 'is this really happening to me?' pen in this day and age?' devils. There cannot devils. I'm mad. Yes, that's it; I'm insane. But my pain, 'Give in! grief are real I'm right, I know I'm right. I must resist, I have nowhere omo may be my grave. I'm surround ed by a barbed 'No. monster roars at me: 'You shall never you want get out of here. If you don't do as I say I shall never release you.' I refuse lonely and somewhere afar I hear those familiar voices which keep me going:
WIll you, SO.
Don't let them beat you.
Danger the monster. It retreats.
This angered it once more you soon it will Of this I am certain. lives MacSwiney, e tent the door or my tomb door me INTO unand, 'can this hapMonsters do not exist. Nor do be șo many suffering; and It must be all real. No, to run. My wire jungle. The My body is broken and cold. I'm need comfort. 'We are We are with you.
I need to hear those voices. They The really long to hear those voices. know if they shout louder they will scare the monster away and my suffering will be ended.
I remember, and I shall never forget, how this monster took the of Tom Ashe, Terence Michael Gaughan, Frank Stagg and Hugh Coney, and i It is said we live in modern times, published in Republican wonder each night what the monster and his black devils will do to me LOONTOW Th oalcome ive 1 mist. es.w. Will I overcome it? l must. Tomorrow will hundred and fortieth day of torture — an eternity. Yes, tomorrow I'll rise in the H-Blocks of Long Kesh. Yes tomorrow I'll fight the monster anc his devils again! Swansea Hackner Haringey Wandsworth Brent Bristol Islington Swansea be my seven C&M Gardner H Wicks R Patterson Hillingdon supporter Southampton