I open my eyes
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there's nothing I can see
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except the blood dripping knife
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on my own hand
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I sniff the air
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there's nothing I can smell
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except the stench of human corpse
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which lays on the ground
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I touch the flesh
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there's nothing I can feel
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except wounds of sliced body
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coldness of the dead
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There's Nothing...
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| Clandestine Blaze |
