October 25, 2011
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They called him the assassin of humanity
Thrusting his tapered blades in the air
Striking them in their hearts, leaving nothing but
A dense stone in it’s place
penetrating through their veins
So cold they had become
Had they not been warned
What life would be like
If everyone had a stone in place of their hearts?

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