I learn a lesson
I bide my time
I do not stop till I take all that is mine
I grip the blade
I sculpt the flesh
I Tear and rip and rend until I see you perfect
We move as shadows - in a dying land
The blind and ignorant - Time's slipping sands
Pierced through the throat - I stop you cold
Your eyes are colourless - an icy grip takes hold

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