many ways to kill a person
but how can you be certain
that life is not yours
pulled from this curtain
kill the foe
take his money
just in passing
the world's all for you
in your head that's true
every man for HIMSELF
every woman for HERSELF
feed your mouths
and stay low
that's all you have to do, son,
so GO
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