Swords Are Needles

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Why draw a sword,
When you know
That it only kills?
Nothing good has ever come
From a needle that only knows how to cut,
And how to taste blood.
You are calling out destruction
When you know
How to use a weapon;
Its knowledge is death,
Drawing you closer
To mess with your messed up guts.
There are plenty of ways to hurt people,
Fewer ways to love;
Why not think of ways to use that needle
To sew hearts up?
We are dying anyhow,
Why call it upfront?
Let the swords stay in sheaths,
Take those hearts out on sleeves;
There’s no them here,
It’s only all of us.

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