Eyes…fearful eyes…peer over the trench…
…pale neck stretching to greet the blade…
…back arched in eager anticipation…
…knees bent to absorb the shock…
…hands raised in wordless prayer…
…please…please…please…
…silence…
The blade falls…the world is still…
…for a moment…
Rushing forward…screaming…cursing…throat dripping shrieks of anger…hatred…pain…hurt…
…so…much…hurt…
Colloquially Speaking 
When the blade falls…isn’t the hurt supposed to disappear?
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David, not if it doesn’t kill.
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