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A tear rolls from my eye
A tear rolls from my eye, like the blood oozing down from my sword. The world turns and I feel it. I mourn for the loss of life even of this man who tried to kill me.
The tear glides down my face and hangs from my chin. It hangs precociously just as all life hangs in the balance.
The tear falls as the floodgates of heaven open and the tears of the angels fall upon this earth. They are given in grief but with them springs new life. Though this man lies dead now he shall feed the nations in the years to come.
