Poem -
The Greatest
The greatest comfort is silence;
the greatest waste of life is violence
How much have I wasted;
when I of death have tasted
The countless times I laid bleeding;
the result of anger's bitter seeding
Innumerable stitches have marked my flesh;
the point where both pain and failure mesh
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