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Peccatum By BladeOfHope It wasn't who I wanted to be. It wasn't hard. But it was wrong. And I deserved it. To kill or not to kill?: my question. Why should I let myself die?: my answer. Swiftfeather's my name All mine is the blame I can't shake the shame Of their death. Innocent kits Dyed red in the mud Innocent lives Snuffed out in their blood I, standing there, watching o'er their hate I, fighting there, rendering upon them their fate. I didn't want them to die. But all the same, I wanted to live. Was it really so wrong? I survived, didn't I? I remember their eyes That day So cold, so far away Yet it was Is die.

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rdfs:comment	Peccatum By BladeOfHope It wasn't who I wanted to be. It wasn't hard. But it was wrong. And I deserved it. To kill or not to kill?: my question. Why should I let myself die?: my answer. Swiftfeather's my name All mine is the blame I can't shake the shame Of their death. Innocent kits Dyed red in the mud Innocent lives Snuffed out in their blood I, standing there, watching o'er their hate I, fighting there, rendering upon them their fate. I didn't want them to die. But all the same, I wanted to live. Was it really so wrong? I survived, didn't I? I remember their eyes That day So cold, so far away Yet it was Is die.
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abstract	Peccatum By BladeOfHope It wasn't who I wanted to be. It wasn't hard. But it was wrong. And I deserved it. To kill or not to kill?: my question. Why should I let myself die?: my answer. Swiftfeather's my name All mine is the blame I can't shake the shame Of their death. Innocent kits Dyed red in the mud Innocent lives Snuffed out in their blood I, standing there, watching o'er their hate I, fighting there, rendering upon them their fate. I didn't want them to die. But all the same, I wanted to live. Was it really so wrong? I survived, didn't I? I remember their eyes That day So cold, so far away I can't believe that the fault was mine Yet it was And now I face my fate. It was my mistake. It was my fault, my claws took their lives that day, My reason to live being insufficient enough. Their lives are all gone. Nothing there I can do. The only thing I can do Is die. If my life is gone Will their deaths be justified? If I'm no longer here Will they come back? I know it's not true But I'm hoping And hope is a powerful thing I watch as this leader Trying so hard to be fair Weighs my life versus theirs. She has a name. Eclipsestar. But as I stand here before her She looks into my heart And she might as well be Death himself Coming for me.

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