I wage war, will be dripping blood to gain revenge
or would I prefer a cloudless life in sunlight?
I have my finger on the pulse of time
does it tell the truth, am I shy of bloodshed?
I feel the testimonies of many hearts in my blood
or could it be the sound of axes being sharpened?
Hearts tick along, tell tales, dance martial ballets
or do they swim placidly, upstream in arteries?
Hearts are telltale creatures, can't be trusted
unless I do just that: Trust them with all my soul?
Hearts testify in pulses, tick along tempestlike
or do they swim on bloodstreams like waterlilies?
Do I wage war, call for revenge or seek placidity?
Let the blood flow riverlike or let it bleed a waterfall?
The finger on the pulse, the telltale heart, all of it mine
and none of them seekers after the truth, no advisers?
I look inside, feeling my feelings, no answers anywhere
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