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May 2021
You, who I love most,
Plunge a dagger in my heart,
Set me alight and slowly roast,
Let loose the arrow and the poison dart.

Get an axe and slit my throat,
Cut me up and gather my bones,
Toss me aside and let my body bloat,
Pile a grave of sorrow and stones.

Strike me down and let me die,
Hold no thought of me,
Forget me and never ask why,
Strike me down, I am your enemy.
Written by
Martin Vanický
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