Thorns

Combat the darkness

To Rend One's Enemies is to See Them

Not as Equals,

But Objects

Hollow of Spirit and Meaning

This is not a Thought,

But an Understanding

When you Wish to Dispose of Said Objects With Swift Precision

You Fill Their Pointlessness With Lead

When You Wish to Take Your Time

You Draw a Blade,

But What if the Enemy is Within Thyself

What Weapon Shall You Choose?

Neither

You Pick a Flower

As You Attempt to Rip the Beautiful Life From the Ground

The Petals of the White Rose Become Red Once More

Leaving Behind Only Thorns.

The End

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