The Killer
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Anil Kumar Panda
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They cut me piece by piece
Like I am a lump of meat
They use sharp cutter so that
I may not know when I get cut
They drink my blood as if I
Am a sweet spring of summer
They do it slowly so that I
May not feel dry all of a sudden
I am going to die I know
My eyes are half closed and
I can feel the sharp edge of
Steel running through my heart
It is the end of a life
A life half lived with honesty
But they have their own rules
Obey or die no second choice
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