I saw your eyes, believing your truth,
We had a talk with a walk for short,
You served me some food, seemingly broth;
Not knowing your darkness, I borrowed your shirt.

I went a long way, thinking to be right;
When I got a sneaky look on me, I eyed my side;
For making sure not anything there to fight,
Sniffing the smell of a nasty rotten body wide.

I looked up and down, left and right,
There ought to be nothing such;
Shrinking the shoulders alongside a sight,
Ended up with a message on shirt in blood very much.
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