The sword pierces the heart
Cutting the cord of the soul
The pain is hardly felt
The one who strikes is in turmoil
Insomnia sets in one night
Paranoia and self loathing
A lone rat in a tunnel of fear
The murderer severs his own silver
They meet again in atmic
They embrace each other there
Not a drop of hate between them
Only love, forgiveness, and peace
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