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where is honor

in the killing trade?

i know there’s a right

way to do a wrong thing,

but don’t call it

honor.

that’s someone else’s

bone to gnaw.

i’ll go

shatter worlds,

my own too,

come home strange

to love.

please listen

to your dirty hands.

a butcher’s apron

keeps vitals clean.

these lips

kiss and kill

for you,

always for you.