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Knife

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As I Stand Before You,
A Knife In My Hand.
The Throat Of My Enemy,
Cut Where He Stands.
He Now Lays Before Me,
The Wound Bleeding Free.
I Look Up At You,
And You Notice Me.
First Our Eyes Meet,
Then You Turn To Run.
But I Stay In My Place,
In The Rays Of The Sun.
Now I Stand Here Beside Him,
Holding The Knife.
The Tool That Helped,
To Sever His Life.
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