Analysis of Catharsis

You readied
for the strike

Straight
to the heart

Clean Cold
Ruthless Bold

A strike
You’d practiced

so many times
It was second nature

You’d gotten bored
Of the standard

Single strike to the vitals

You’d meticulously
Made yourself aware

Of every possible kill point
You were best at it too

You’d do them
right nasty

Toy with them awhile

And when their
struggles and cries

No longer
amused you

You’d rip their hearts
out by the roots

And stomp them
Until they beat

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