The fate of a life
Held only by your words,
You know not the person,
Only the heart the soul.
A persons death
Caused or stopped
By your very actions,
By your very words.
They argue about their life,
Why they are here
Why they are needed
Why they are alive.
A knife by their side,
Words come to them,
They refuse,
They fight.
You make your final words,
The silence goes black,
Either two ways life goes,
Death by self, death by death.
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