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I arrived from the dark wrapped in a wool coat
At the enemy's house clutching a trunk in a fist
And a axe in the other hand
The Erudite was reading among thousands of books
My blade shot down with a deadly swish over him
And cut off his neck with a clean blow

The scientist's head fell on the stone floor
And a stream of blood gushed copiously from the hollow cut

Mind is dead with him but a free thought's born again
But life is a wheel and it started again
Starting again to turn around with no use of pains
Starting again to turn around with no pain

But the Erudite didn't wanna die
He raised on his feet and gathered his head
Taking it by the hair and holding it at breast
While rivers of blood trickled down his legs
He crossed the threshold in a bleeding state
And then disappeared in the dark

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