Is this a knife I see before me,
With the traverse in my hand? Let me touch it.
I dont have it unless I see it.
Are you not a figment of my visual sensation?
Are you in my head or are you tangible?
Coming from my nuts head I see you still.
As I now manoeuver you, you usher me forwards
And what a fine dagger
My eyes are duplicity to me and my senses
But I see you still.
My blade is now covered in blood,
Like it was not before.
This bloody thing tells me that I have killed something.
The mightiness sleeps and the witches sing.
Hecates offerings awakened by the wolf.
Who is stealthily watching
And moving like a ghost in the night,
No one hears my footsteps
The bricks do not unconstipated hear me.
But the sudden horror leaves me threatening
And the king asleep.
The hottest deed from cold-blooded mouths.
Im done the king is dead.
The bell tells me this.
Heaven or hell awaits me...
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