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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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