Here I Go

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The blade is thirsty. You feel its icy edge tear through your hot frantic heart. Tremble. Twitch. Lie, as you will never move again. The trees and bushes hiss like flames. I inspect the damage. Poke. Prod. Carry you over my shoulder. I do not hate humans for who they are, rather the reality they create. The jagged scars around my chin. The rage. The way they demand attention for rubbing a starved pig's fat across their overfed lips. The profitable destruction of necessities-- earth, peace, love, other faces...

Death by death, I became part of it. 

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