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Words are what I need
Gnawing, ripping, searing Those that slice with mere letters Ravage with only a sound Yes, that is what I need Dark and twisted Like the perfect knife To exact my revenge Only, no blood shall be shed No, blood is not good enough Not for what I have in mind No, this revenge is much sweeter What I crave is from the mind A thought, yes just one single thought It can wrought more damage than a mere fleshy wound It can be remembered long after puckered skin has healed Remember, oh yes, the deed will not lay forgotten Memories, oh how they haunt the soul When it has wronged, when it has blighted another It is a gift turned curse upon the wicked
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