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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Deep into the mist

Behind the sheets of blood

Across the field from the knife

He lays in a puddle of mud

Screaming angry words

Dieing in the rain

Wishing it was over

Just to rid himself of pain

He doesnt think of others

Or what his death would cause

What did he think would happen

When he broke so many laws?

He lays there looking at the stars

Watching for the last time

Blood drips off his wrists

As if his life's the crime

Once his lungs are empty

Every drop of blood is gone

He's breathed every last breath

He didnt live till dawn

What could have made his life so bad?

So bad he had to leave

He only saw one way out

The way his life would weave

But now it all is over

No way to rewind

If only we knew sooner

So we could change his mind

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