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by Chong Sep 30, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
By the sword I live By the sword I die, When this body gives My spirit shall fly. Back to the day Hours before my death, You shall pay Before my final breath. Your knife pierces my heart You laugh curdles my blood, I fight through the dark As though wading through mud. I will be free It will not end, Flying through the trees As long as I am determined.