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The Knife
Sliceing the thoats of traitors. Digging the knife deeper and deeper into their cold hearts. Knives aplenty to pick from. Each a blade for only the dark and vengeful souls to thrust.My warrior tool, My guardian, the knife. Feels so right in my hands. Its blade sheds the blood from my many enimies. Together we kill, we kill together. My tool of survival, My only friend, the one who punishes me, the knife.A tool to fear but yet a tool to love, the knife and I are one.
Published 30th May 2011
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