I have tasted blood
On my lips
I have no compassion
They say,
I have smeared a few,
Probably many lives
But no one disagreed -
"I was faithful to the ones
That had my back"
I deserve no mercy
As I have given none
And along with all others
I was thrown into the armory
No longer useful
(The spear never kills the person that throws it, but still it is treated without respect once it is blunt)
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