Edge

They didn't give me a decision, I get no say, no control, I'm just their tool, Their tool for incision. They know my qualities, my strength, My body's like steel, With an edge that could kill, Don't approach me at arm's length Or you will get hurt. But I don't want to hurt you. I hold too high a virtue To wish for your place in the dirt. Alas, I'm not a factor, I'm just stuck in slavery. And no matter my bravery, I can't kill my captor.

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