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Just a poem I wrote that I'd like to work on because I know it needs a lot of fixing. |
| Pierce the skin Take that blade Twist it, my child Do not be afraid The pain you feel Will become the pain They must endure So let them have it Give it your all Let the blood flow And the anger go Unleash it once Then unleash it again Soon enough The heart You once knew Will grow black For you are born A flowing clear river And die a red darkened soul |