The sword desires to kill,
Slashing and clashing, blood it spills.
Swords were meant for war,
Swords aren't for the children and poor.
Swords were forged from people's hate and vengeance,
Yet the blade of pain and death hasn't been given a prison sentence.
But now swords are just legends and myths,
They're only known by the blacksmiths.
But always know, my friends, a sword can mean salvation and light,
They can make your future seem bright.
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