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You readied for the strike
Straight to the heart
Clean, cold
Ruthless, bold
A strike
You’d practiced …so many times
It was second nature
By now
You’d gotten bored
Of the standard
Single strike to the vitals
You’d meticulously
Made yourself aware
Of every possible kill point
You were the best at it too
You’d do them right nasty,
Toy with them awhile
And when their struggles and cries
No longer amused you
…you’d rip their hearts out by the roots
…and stomp them
Until they beat no more
C2
