You have taken all my heroes
slaughtered them
as blighted cattle
and hung them out the window
to eradicate their smell
carved
like a piece of my soul
malignant and rotting
but I love them
cherish them
for the lessons
they have brought to me
those were my heroes
you cut away
and I
chew on them
devour
their essence
at night while you dream
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