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When all is said and done,

Death from a stab in the back is not as painful,

As the movies would have you believe.

What really hurts, like hell, even more than death itself,

Is that burst of impotent rage,

That envelopes your bleeding heart,

During the one brief moment of supreme clarity,

Just before the final curtain,

When you discover that the hand holding the guilty knife,

Belongs to none other than one of your most trusted…


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