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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Narrative of Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As the patriot rounds the corner he sees a man, and there lies a sturdy rusted object in the gentleman’s hand. The man stabs the heroin in the back, object held in his fist. The hero’s body starts to relax, unable to resist. As the martyr’s blood flows over the unsheathed blade, the murderer lets out a laugh. The man in a puddle, a victim of raid, pleaded with a gasp, Please sir don’t kill me I have a wife! I have two sons and a daughter. Please, I do want my sad life, I wish not be a prey of your slaughter.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=566024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There in a puddle they found him the next day, the knife in his back and the blood in his face. The world never noticed the crime happened to pass. He could have died calmly, died in the grass, but he died horribly died gory as the original mass. His family did mourn for he died for no cause. He was murdered in coldness, and it was all for his loss.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Axiom+Wheeler">Axiom Wheeler</a></strong></div>

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