I live alone with the dark
My very soul a sword
Except to those under me
Fatal to any coming close
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Since I have nothing to lose
A fearless blade is sharp
Walk on mountains of rubble
Crush anything left standing
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I fight, slay to roam tireless
Need only a path to victory
Know not of the word defeat
If I lose, life itself will end
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I conquer, loot and plunder
No love for a soldier’s heart
Gone are smiles and pleasure
Just a blade and scars to show
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This poem dates back many many years and is the only one I have memorized. I wonder how many would understand the essence behind these staunch words...
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