.He kept his craft confined to the night
Subdued by sleep, we hate to wake up.
He cataloged and counted his kills, divided the dead,
And suddenly stopped.
Prompted by the heat of July,
The sweat on his skin beaded and fell.
He never prayed a day in his life...
Cause m.
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