Inspired by a prompt from Loren Eaton
He who kills a man with a metal weapon, he will meet me and I shall pierce his heart. He who kills a man with a stone, he will meet me and I shall sink him down. He who kills a man with a wooden tool, he will meet me and I will crush his bones.
Metal, stone, and wood; you have touched none of these. You said nothing. You did nothing.
You have murdered with nothing. You have killed with words.
You will meet me, and I will speak your name.
I am blood. Hear my voice.
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