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THE KNIFE OF LIFE,
RAZOR SHARP,
ITS EDGE HONED TO PERFECTION.
TO SLASH..
TO CUT..
AND MAKE ONE BLEED,
THIS ITS ONLY PURPOSE.
THE CRIMSON FLOWS,
WE CRY OUT,
WITHERING IN PAIN.
TO KNIFE IT DOES NOT MATTER,
WHO HOLDS ITS STEELY EDGE,
IF HELD IN HAND OF OTHERS,
OR OF OUR VERY OWN.
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THE KNIFE OF LIFE CUTS DEEP
THE KNIFE OF LIFE CUTS DEEP
