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a finger wrote upon the ground
the words were clear without a sound
a roar was stifled to a scream
the game was up, the blade was clean
a cut from many hands was due
but in the hush there now were few
of many words are many men
until the finger writes again
but still, like bile, the hearts of man
prepare to start the roar again

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