"Ode to the Knife"
By Vasilly
Out of every weapon, I have chosen you.
What, with your perfect blade.
How could I not?
And with your sleek black handle
How it makes me happy.
Whenever I hold you in my hand
I know someone with soon perish.
I try not to taint your virgin blade
Even if its hard.
Digging you into someones back, twisting.
Piercing a victims heart
Making blood spray everywhere.
How could I ever replace such an angelic thing such as yourself?
There is nothing in this pathetic life that could make me as happy as you.
-Vasilly
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