He was my master, I his disciple.
I knew they'd chew him up and spit him out
a bleeding mess forever crippled.
I, therefore, did for him what he could not do to himself.
As he returned from his 12 by 14 walk in the prison yard,
I shanked him neath the left bottom rib.
His parting words to me:
"Thanks lad, even this
I forgive you."
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