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The producer says " Make us something intense. filled with edge of your seat action and suspense and then make you laugh. all in 3 minutes. The original poem: It is the blood that has confounded me. When tasting it, the harrowing realization that it is not my own. Yes. When Seppuku is the only door I see. When the weight of my beating chest pushes so delicately. So deliberately down upon the kissing point. Balancing on the guard, the illusion of my chastity . With my blade the merit of others shall be free. Ha. And so, I kneel, confused, hand upon the handle. This is not my blood that spills into the earth I see. Nay. Ruinous, this is the blood of those I have loved.