KILL / KINDNESS

KILL / KINDNESS

When the child saw the state 
if the world it was being sent to, 
much before its birth, 
it cried to the mother, 'Mother dear, kill me, 
for I know I am your dream, 
but kill me.
Be kind. 
I see a nightmare awaits me.'

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When the lover saw the dagger in his back held by his very own love, 
he said, 'My love, twist it hard and pluck the life out of me. 
Kill me by your hands. 
Be kind, let not me live after this treachery.'