Assassin
- Tuesday, June 22, 2004
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I step in silence
I walk in shadows
My gaze envenomed
My looks are daggers
A drop of poison
A prick of razors
Upon blades of iron
Upon tips of arrows
Thy flesh thy mettle
Do crumble so supple
Thy life to angels
I consign immaterial.
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