In my life, I was a murderer
Now I pass
flashes in a line.
My head down
the street to come.
Lightning blades striking down
shadow clones all looking back to
succeed a mission.
The gravestones all lined
mocking
the very action of
taking a step.
Head in a rasengan.
Leave the country.
Flip a coin
paralyzed by that killer intent.
Stepping on the gas
to travel nowhere.
Traveling forward in place
pushed against the wind
only to fall and rise
pushing
coming back.
The rhythmic sounds of
my coming intrigue the
notice of eyes.
Hammered by glares.
Do they know what I-
have done?
Exactly,
but I do.
I have killed.
I threw rocks in the pond to kill that person
And a many of that person I have killed.
I
Will become a hero.
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