When visibility is without a horde
I am death's harbinger when I swing my
knife like a sword
Piercing through the gentle flesh
The steel and blood perfectly mesh
My goal is to steal everything that is mine
Including the life that enters the line
The effort is in the shadow I bide
For the devil's approbation is in my side
Through thick and thin I thrive
Therefore I am naked without the knife
For I live with it to survive
Wallow to taste more of that essence of life
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